We see the same things. And there is something truly humorous about it, something I can often use to make MJ laugh, but the too-oft effect is fright, vertigo, and pathos.
A nausea of the futility, shallowness, ugliness.
A homesickness.
(They say, a persons perceptions reflect their inner being...)
This pathos thing really sucks, causes me distress and feelings of weakness, but it's intense enough to create panic. Severe panic. Flailing type. Or just depression. (Pretty sick, huh?)
I don't mall anymore. Ever.
(Some members of a specie population are bound to fail...)
PS: Maybe I just need you guys to go with me. And point to those black shadows in the corner of the room. "See, Paul, it's just..." |
