On a good day, when autumnal, six-o'clock sunshine reaches through tree limbs to touch my face, life can feel too beautiful for me to bear.
On a bad day, when our capacity for cruelty screams at me from the news pages, I feel too beautiful for this life.
Either way, you see, I'm uncomfortable here. I understand why Hedgey got off. The world is too much and not enough all at once. For those of us who feel life more keenly, those of us with our dials turned up to eleven, even outstanding, magnificent, nature can feel unbearable and pointless.
We've lost our connection with our own home. We don't know what it's for. We're scared of it. We prefer our air 'conditioned' our food 'processed', our fun 'structured', everything natural is somehow 'dirty'.
14/10/13
On a bad day, when our capacity for cruelty screams at me from the news pages, I feel too beautiful for this life.
Either way, you see, I'm uncomfortable here. I understand why Hedgey got off. The world is too much and not enough all at once. For those of us who feel life more keenly, those of us with our dials turned up to eleven, even outstanding, magnificent, nature can feel unbearable and pointless.
We've lost our connection with our own home. We don't know what it's for. We're scared of it. We prefer our air 'conditioned' our food 'processed', our fun 'structured', everything natural is somehow 'dirty'.
14/10/13
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