Another Loss

Im completely obsessed with a small moment where a person appears entirely absent. Its easy to see that our whole worlds revolve around ourselves, easy to understand that than it is to understand the absence of objectivity. I've never found anything objective, objectivity is an infinite idea, it will never exist, we can only try to get closer. There really is no truth, and not just truth in the strictest of senses because science fails profusely there, i have no truth, no reality.

When someone asks me what religious views i have, i have never been able to adequately answer it. Not in the sense that i am confused about where i stand on it, but more that its not really a concern. I have trouble beliving in reality let alone anything else.

i get the idea i just dont know with some things, i look for moments where people take time away. I want to escape most of the time, its not escape from society, not from people, not from myself but from reality.

So far, i find i sleep a lot to escape. the same goes for drinking, drinking isnt a full escapism as such but it clearly distorts my reality and i love that play.

Each mimics the inevitable we all face...