Elegy for eloquence

In insomnolence I thought about the apparent superficiality of our society, considering whether it is not a condition made preferable by convenience of consumption. Upon reflection, it seemed to be a projection. In an attempt to understand the other's outlook, I often will rip off your face, erasing what life lies behind those eyes. Rather than brood on the jejune, perhaps I should return to my base and in solitude trace the texts that suture my place.

Be comfortable with complexity.