Living in the narrator’s mind must be hell. He has the
ability to see and understand both sides of everything, which leaves him to be
completely incapable of being able to decide one way or another. Strangely
enough, the narrator looks down upon society and the “direct” man, yet, he
wants to be apart of it. The narrator sits, incapable of acting on any of his
thoughts or feelings, mentally torturing himself. On a completely different
note, this weekend I looked up at the gap in between two stars (as told to do
so) and saw infinite darkness. I couldn’t even look at it for so long before it
started to actually bother me. We are naturally comfortable with the idea of an
end or in this case “a wall”, which makes believing in infinity is too much to
handle.
-Morgan
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