A snapshot of my mind taken during one of those countless mind-bending sessions in college. Yes, college, at a point when it meant nothing more than an illustration for KP's "The anatomy of an Egotist", when life was a lot simpler, when the now-regular fits of detachment were a rarity. Been two winters since. Times have become a lot stranger. They say others have matured. Seems to have happened very fast, very smooth, as if each had been programmed to do so. Indifference from such helps, but not in every moment. Often I find myself trapped in here....
surrounded by masked faces, people with goals, personal, but sketched by the media, people with goals but without sight, people without imagination, without fantasies. I'm tired of their fake smiles, their generic whinings, those meaningless etiquettes, their inhibitions, their abstinence, their orderliness. I see myself getting frozen in the predictability of this way of life, in this monotony. I'm decaying among those blank faces. Life is beautiful. It has always been and will always be but maybe not from this angle. I want to break free. I need to break free.
