- Dharma Bums
The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water. Most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
- Colors and Shapes
While beneath the ocean, I met with a captain who sank to the floor on his ship. All of his passengers escaped to safety, but he was not done with his trip. He looked up and smiled, asked me, "How do you do?" I told him, "I'm losing my grip." He told me, "Son, if you want to hold onto yourself, then let yourself slip."
- Once A Day
Don't ask me what I think; it never really mattered what I had to say. I just keep waiting for another open door to come up soon. Don't keep it all in your head; the only place that you know nobody ever can see. You're running low on regret. No tears that's keeping you wet. I think you're getting it now.
- Jack Boot Jump
All around the world you'd think that things were looking rough. But the jackboot only jumps down on people standing up. So you know good things are happening when the jackboot needs to jump.
When you feel sad, it's okay. It's not the end of the world. Everyone has those days when you doubt yourself, and when you feel like everything you do sucks, but then there's those days when you feel like Superman. It's just the balance of the world. I just write to feel better.
- Elliot Alderson - Control Is An Illusion
Control can sometimes be an illusion. But sometimes you need illusions to gain control. Fantasy is an easy way to give meaning to the world. To cloak our harsh reality with escapist comfort. After all, isn't that why we surround ourselves with so many screens? So we can avoid seeing? So we can avoid each other? So we can avoid truth?
- Elliot Alderson - Our True Selves
Annihilation is always the answer. We destroy parts of ourselves every day. We Photoshop our warts away. We edit the parts we hate about ourselves, modify the parts we think people hate. We curate our identity, carve it, distill it. Krista's wrong. Annihilation is all we are.
- Elliot Alderson - It's Not Real
It's one thing to question your mind; it's another to question your eyes and ears. But, then again, isn't it all the same? Are senses just mediocre inputs to our brain? Sure, we rely on them, trust they accurately portray the real world around us, but what if the haunting truth is they can't? That what we perceive isn't the real world at all, but just our mind's best guess? That all we really have is a garbled reality, a truly fuzzy picture we will never make out?
I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found. I'd be the choiceless hope and grief that drove him underground. I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around. And I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice. Imagine being loved by me.