Monday, March 8, 2010

We catabolites, burning bright, lost to light

I think every culture's sage elders speak of the fundamental need for balance in life as the people daydream and fail to sit still. Where is the line between satisfying one's appetites and being consumed by them, and why can't we ever see it when we cross? It's hard to sit still. Remember your friend with the Norman Rockwell face - red hair, freckles, virginal at 21 - eaten to the bone by crystal meth before he made 23. Your friendship has proven weak and insignificant when matched against that vampire's seductive stare, every time - heroin, alcohol, risk, madness, sex, suicide. It's so hard to sit still.

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