westid

there is nothing so luxurious as hope. people push past as i walk through the crowds of emptiness; outnumbered, surrounded, beseiged, contained

i shut myself off for the day, my ears ringing with the sound. it protects me from the silence of voices that will never speak again

time begins to lapse as i lay motionless on my back like it does. never distracts, never interacts. narcoleptic nihilist, monolith existing as the hearthstone of their world…

edit: come on town stand for our glorious national anthem