Blimey, this whole studying shite is pissing me off, mate.
There's just so much more we could do with life than sit and watch our asses grow and feel our brains explode.
Everybody's studying and forgetting about life and how there's so much more to it than this. me - I can't even seem to think about anything much else besides keynes and mussolini and beatrice and rare-parrot teacher and and oh my new found america and protectionism and black rams tupping white ewes. which is pretty remarkable considering the nonsense that goes on in my mind usually.
I feel trapped and deluded, in a vacuum removed from the space and time of my normal life. Like a grotesque parody of the fragment of coral encased in the glass paperweight in 1984. Winston and Julia - they felt safe, happy in their created world hidden from the craziness of their lives outside. But me, I feel the exact opposite. It feels like I'm that piece of coral, and I can't get out of my glass surroundings to breathe the real air outside.
I have this recurring dream that I am drowning, but in reverse. I rush up towards the surface blinded by a flurry of bubbles, but when I break through to the surface, I discover that I've surfaced into another layer of water, and there is no air to breathe, and I sink back down again.
All these random thoughts coming to mind, and yet I somehow can't make full sense of them like I used to. My thought process has become more fragmented than ever. Drowning myself in textbooks hasn't made me any smarter. If anything it's drowned my perception and shrouded my vision.
Studying ain't don't make you a smarter kid, hun. It jes make you more stupid.
My mama always sed educashen is good fer yew. But I think they're teaching everything wrong.
There's just so much more we could do with life than sit and watch our asses grow and feel our brains explode.
Everybody's studying and forgetting about life and how there's so much more to it than this. me - I can't even seem to think about anything much else besides keynes and mussolini and beatrice and rare-parrot teacher and and oh my new found america and protectionism and black rams tupping white ewes. which is pretty remarkable considering the nonsense that goes on in my mind usually.
I feel trapped and deluded, in a vacuum removed from the space and time of my normal life. Like a grotesque parody of the fragment of coral encased in the glass paperweight in 1984. Winston and Julia - they felt safe, happy in their created world hidden from the craziness of their lives outside. But me, I feel the exact opposite. It feels like I'm that piece of coral, and I can't get out of my glass surroundings to breathe the real air outside.
I have this recurring dream that I am drowning, but in reverse. I rush up towards the surface blinded by a flurry of bubbles, but when I break through to the surface, I discover that I've surfaced into another layer of water, and there is no air to breathe, and I sink back down again.
All these random thoughts coming to mind, and yet I somehow can't make full sense of them like I used to. My thought process has become more fragmented than ever. Drowning myself in textbooks hasn't made me any smarter. If anything it's drowned my perception and shrouded my vision.
Studying ain't don't make you a smarter kid, hun. It jes make you more stupid.
My mama always sed educashen is good fer yew. But I think they're teaching everything wrong.
