nowhere near

to become multiple. to travel in all directions in the same time. to become a network. to become a war inside a war. never talk to anyone again. i try to imagine the silence in my head that would suppress the ever-present "omniscient" buzzing. down by the lake i watched the stones in envy. this uncomplicated solitude, precious tranquillity that was not poisoned by desire. the beauty that lacks any trace of the fall.

::: everything is useless nothing works at all nothing ever matters welcome to the fall :::