Some nights it’s hard to sleep. I get caught in circles about the state of things. “Don’t get mad get…”.
There’s nothing to get nor accept except the unapologetic chaos of it. A corruption that isn’t new to the human condition but still the wound feels fresh.
I don’t mean to sound melodramatic. I just mean that in those circles I can hear “never have so many people been so powerless to affect change”. & what does that make me?
Get up in the morning, go to a job, walk in and out of shops and stores and conversations and it is privilege but kind of meaningless or mediocre and I feel sick to my bones that I can’t use it for much.
John Waters (via detailsdetales)
That’s the most beautiful dream.