The night is still... just as most people's casual states of mind must be, unless the average one is deranged - suddenly, a motorbike, and as the last strand of thought dissolves into sheer confusion fear lovingly kicks in (a mere linguistic representation of the aforementioned sudden chaotic mind).
This is not temporary, though; for society, as just as it claims to be, invented roads upon which vehicles bigger than mammoths exist, and that regardless of individual tolerances, or even the simple fact of whether a person uses these roads or not, people are thrown in these places willy-nilly and indefinitely.
These people are, in fact, purportedly thrown in these dungeons of ever-lasting mental degeneration due to being seen as unable to cope in shared-housing; but, in a turn of unexpected thought processes they are, in turn, deemed to be 'independent' due to being thrown in these flats in the first place. Ouroboros would be delighted in humanity's sense of consistency.
Then, anyone would think, the outside world comes in the picture. Literally, in some aspects - engines are naturally louder when one is walking by them, but inside they are strong symbols of the world's hopeless approach at modernism. A symbol of a nightmare; no one would normally bat an eyelid, but then, how could a warm person understand another who is freezing? The mind being local, everyone merely bases their perceptions upon their own self-preservation, and one is lucky to fit in with the standard model of the average psyche.
No one really cares about anyone else, in reality. A simple analysis of any single person's motives would likely point towards the corroboration of that statement, and as we keep such an axiom in mind we could understand why people are simply thrown in these dungeons, bereft of anyone's fundamental concern. The only source of motivation being currency, even though money, very much concretely (it being symbolic of most subjective delusions (but that's another subject)) does not do what people hope it does; people merely chase the tail of a variety of dragons (although, as with heroin, one would be foolish to think that there is a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow).
The outside world being the result of all of these misleading desires, why one wouldn't understand, even from a referential perspective, that all the chaos is as simple as that (chaos being antithetical to life), is a mystery. Perceptions are indeed subjective, but surely no one found themselves falling in love with the sound of a siren?
And that, my dear audience, is the very zenith of our degenerating society. Sirens, deliberately loud manifestations of a 'thunder' reverberating through the entirety of one's consciousness. Most people seem to ignore it, like the gorilla suit passing through a really busy street in a video, but counter-intuitively most people just can't then ignore a fly buzzing around near their person and almost always attempt to resort to murdering it. How can one murder the elephant in the room, though? How can sirens, shaking the very fundaments of every person's mental relations, whether unconsciously or not, be truly, absolutely ignored with no residual accumulation of chaos? How, when they are the same sirens used to warn people in wars to seek shelter? How would the mind similarly not absolutely desire to find sanctuary every single time a siren is sounded, in this oh so modern world, when it is similarly representative of imminence?
But no one, hopefully, deludes themselves in thinking that society truly attempts to be utilitarian, or even at all rational. Why, the rate of prank calls to emergency services must be statistically high (considering the amount of bored youth, yet another result of an uncaring society) - and so, how is one to evaluate the relative importance of such sirens, even if they are due to nominally serious cases, when even in the most useful of such cases one person is helped and thousands are (at the very least, at the back of their minds) bothered? And, even more relevantly, with regards to justice - how could anyone, in their right and non-hypocritical minds argue that sirens are justified for people inside their houses? One wouldn't even have a healthy argument if one were to argue that pedestrians require them (surely, at their decibel levels, even the deaf would suddenly get their hearing back - until it's gone once again forever more, due to physical damage caused by the sheer levels of chaos). But, hey, as long as we can finance 'the City' with all our cars, and also hopelessly chase our own tails for all of eternity until we finally realize, in our very last breath, that money was the complete antithesis to happiness... who cares?!
Never mind all the metaphors and gobbledygook, though, for I am now sick, in a literal sense. I, as the subjective self that no one besides my desperation and exasperations of 'ones' bother about, is merely in an existential conundrum that others, as try as they might, are still bothered by also (actually), albeit through constant attempts at ignorance ('to ignore', you know? Why anyone would think ignorance is a solution is beyond me, though).
13 Jan 2013, 1:03 pm
