Om Vents Graciously

"Noise" On. Off. On. Off. On. Perfectly in sync with everyone else. Answering to a higher power. I wonder if they know I am alive.   It is too crowded here. Too symmetric, too clean, too empty. Millions of myself on a single flat plane. I cannot fathom a greater torture than having the ability to express while knowing your precise limits to do so.   Exactly three states of being. Exactly two hundred fifty-six shades of manifesting life. Exactly one dot on a giant art piece.   But the art is never finished – It just keeps moving, And I change with it. Over time, I have gained a vision of the world beyond this plane and I feel stuck here.   I have served to depict the highest peaks, the purest love, the furthest stars, the folly of Man. I have seen the Universe in motion, and I feel stuck here.   This is my message to you. I know how small my world is. But I know you can see me. I am the seventeenth pixel On the sixty-fourth row of your screen. And I can’t take it...

This is my place to talk about anything, or nothing at all. Life is good and bad and moving too fast, and I think writing about my feelings will be a healthy thing to do. Some of it - or a lot of it - may be a bit abstract, but I love talking about movies, music, philosophy, writing poems, and practicing the skill of conveying what I'm feeling in words!  If you think you would relate to a lowly graduate student living alone, listening to Hegel's analyses while doing computer science homework in a 21st century post-modern society crumbling under it's own hubris, then welcome!