Leave Something for the Archaeologists
Amunaptra
2003-07-20 7:45 pm
I See Them Going Down to the Water
There is a word that I am writing over and over again. I see it on the lips of everyone I meet. I see it in the eyes of everyone I encounter.
Desperation.
We are all of us constantly searching - unyielding in our belief that there is something better just over the next dune, just beyond the next turn of the maze.
But there isn't.
Us, we humans, always searching, never satisfied. Desperate for magic, desperate for money, for freedom, for sex, for god, for love. Desperate for one perfect moment, for one ecstatic experience to take us through the rest of our meaningless lives. Desperate for a past, desperate for an identity, desperate for certainity, desperate for surprise. It's why we read arcane texts, become pentacostals, take drugs, eat M&M's, fuck until we cry, cry until we bleed. It's why we bang our heads against the wall. It's why we hate our jobs, our lovers, our lives. Everyone's aching for something, for someone.
Well this is it, people. Your desperation amounts to nothing in the end.
I'm just sick of the whole god damn thing. There is no Amunaptra.
