And at once I knew I was not magnificent
High above the highway aisle
Jagged vacance, thick with ice
But I could see for miles, miles, miles
Holocene - Bon Iver
The world tells me I mean something.
Do I?
Do I really want to mean something?
I have come to the conclusion that the world is lying.
I am lying.
You are lying.
Stop.
You are nothing.
I am nothing.
Together we don't amount to something.
We are not magnificent.
We are not anything.
I have come to the conclusion that the world is lying.
