THE ECOLOGY OF ESCAPISM
We are...why can't we be what we want to be? In our minds at least we can, thus we...escape. That is what escapism would be in my eyes. And I guess in my mind. This is what I am. I wake up to it, I sleep from it every day. Every friggin day. I press ESC in futility.
What do I want to be? Oh! Anything better please, anywhere but here. How can you escape if the universe is made by the same single sick deity? Hmmm? Its like in one fell swoop, from the darkness, comes the light...and the sound of it was..."Escape this!"
Thus we are all here...online...as far from reality as the ones and zeroes allow us, that light that travels in the wires that bring us together at this moment...in this illusionary world composed of pixels. Where for a brief moment...we are not quite who we are.
We escape. It might seem I am ranting here. If it does to you, then, please, move on. I wouldn't want to keep you from your fleeing. God knows I won't allow you to hinder mine.SO how does it begin? This after all is titled...the ecology of...simple enough really, we encounter something that either a) we cannot quite comprehend, or b) we do not want to comprehend. So, we escape, we stare into the blank, or pop in a pill, and voila! We are away. We think of other things, we wish for sterner stuff. We disbecome what we are in this world. Fleeting for some, longer for others, but all, from the sane to the nearly lost, wish it were permanent.
It is reason or vengeance that brings us back from wherever we get in that minisculenium. (Ha! copyright!) Because we still need to finish something, or because we need to finish someone. Anything can trigger it, you know, one of the senses being caressed by a familiar-ness is enough. The smell of roses and all that. Up to something as tragic as seeing your child raped and murdered in front of you.
Escapism is said by science as a way for the mind to cope from a violent blow, and it needs to re-order itself. I think its the way our mind turns away, jerks away from things we cannot handle. Much like how we involuntarily close our eyes when our lashes are touched.
Some force it..because the reality is just too much. Others who have a weak imagination use drugs to make it come forth longer and stronger. These people obviously do not know the innate power of the mind.
Some go to a happy place, others to a past memory. Unfortunately, the mind being such it is, is not as good as Google. It sometimes, inadvertently, or veered by the deep scars of memory, bring the happy thought careening into the muddy ditch of fragged up events in your past. Sort of like saying, "Hey, this is nothing! Remember when you shat your pants in second grade? Eeeeew!"
Problem is, like a living entity, Escapism grows in you. To the poin that it becomes annoying, cloying, like stuck, moist booger. In the time it took me to compose this, a plethora of memories has already assaulted me. Guess deep inside I pressed the ESC key and never quite let go.
What do I want to be? Oh! Anything better please, anywhere but here. How can you escape if the universe is made by the same single sick deity? Hmmm? Its like in one fell swoop, from the darkness, comes the light...and the sound of it was..."Escape this!"
Thus we are all here...online...as far from reality as the ones and zeroes allow us, that light that travels in the wires that bring us together at this moment...in this illusionary world composed of pixels. Where for a brief moment...we are not quite who we are.
We escape. It might seem I am ranting here. If it does to you, then, please, move on. I wouldn't want to keep you from your fleeing. God knows I won't allow you to hinder mine.SO how does it begin? This after all is titled...the ecology of...simple enough really, we encounter something that either a) we cannot quite comprehend, or b) we do not want to comprehend. So, we escape, we stare into the blank, or pop in a pill, and voila! We are away. We think of other things, we wish for sterner stuff. We disbecome what we are in this world. Fleeting for some, longer for others, but all, from the sane to the nearly lost, wish it were permanent.
It is reason or vengeance that brings us back from wherever we get in that minisculenium. (Ha! copyright!) Because we still need to finish something, or because we need to finish someone. Anything can trigger it, you know, one of the senses being caressed by a familiar-ness is enough. The smell of roses and all that. Up to something as tragic as seeing your child raped and murdered in front of you.
Escapism is said by science as a way for the mind to cope from a violent blow, and it needs to re-order itself. I think its the way our mind turns away, jerks away from things we cannot handle. Much like how we involuntarily close our eyes when our lashes are touched.
Some force it..because the reality is just too much. Others who have a weak imagination use drugs to make it come forth longer and stronger. These people obviously do not know the innate power of the mind.
Some go to a happy place, others to a past memory. Unfortunately, the mind being such it is, is not as good as Google. It sometimes, inadvertently, or veered by the deep scars of memory, bring the happy thought careening into the muddy ditch of fragged up events in your past. Sort of like saying, "Hey, this is nothing! Remember when you shat your pants in second grade? Eeeeew!"
Problem is, like a living entity, Escapism grows in you. To the poin that it becomes annoying, cloying, like stuck, moist booger. In the time it took me to compose this, a plethora of memories has already assaulted me. Guess deep inside I pressed the ESC key and never quite let go.
posted by WalasTech at 8/12/2006 03:10:00 AM
