“i wasn’t sure what day it was because life is meaningless.
turns out it’s thursday.
the thing about life still applies.”
Nietzsche, F.

fuck the beauty said the beast

(please) give peace a chance

Mozambique, Central African Republic, Democrati Republic of Congo, Egypt, Mali, Nigeria, Somalia, Sudan, Sud Sudan, North Korea, South Korea, Afghanistan, Burma-Myanmar, Pakistan, Chechnya, Dagestan, Iraq, Israel, Syria, Turkey, Yemen, Colombia, Mexico...

{random poetry #60}

[ One Hundred and Eighty Degrees ]

Have you considered the possibility
that everything you believe is wrong,
not merely off a bit, but totally wrong,
nothing like things as they really are?

If you've done this, you know how durably fragile
those phantoms we hold in our heads are,
those wisps of thought that people die and kill for,
betray lovers for, give up lifelong friendships for.

If you've not done this, you probably don't understand this poem,
or think it's not even a poem, but a bit of opaque nonsense,
occupying too much of your day's time,
so you probably should stop reading it here, now.

But if you've arrived at this line,
maybe, just maybe, you're open to that possibility,
the possibility of being absolutely completely wrong,
about everything that matters.

How different the world seems then:
everyone who was your enemy is your friend,
everything you hated, you now love,
and everything you love slips through your fingers like sand.
Moramarco, F.

 panicked people, unreasonable behaviour