#peotus

It was all just a dream that slipped through our fingers like so many grains of sand, and the funny thing is...

Right now you probably can’t even see me. 

I’ll just be over here listening to Canadian sex rock, holed-up in my room, ‘noided, watching ‘Welcome to the NHK’ over, and over

You enjoy your Country as it burns to the ground. I’ll be over here forgetting I ever had a political identity in the first place

Try to remember that feeling you’d get before you were no longer able to wash your hands enough times that they might ever feel cleansed of the blood your Country has spilled for you, I tell myself again.

O Nourishing Mother, my alma mater, why have you pulled back the curtain on your very own Wizard of Total Disillusionment for all to see, this Dark Magician

For though he is handsome in Ermine Furs, the emperor’s clothes are on fire, frankly, and Dorothy bailed a really long time ago

It’s like some kind of temporal ripple: We see this biggest, outer ripple on the surface very well, but if we look closer, we can actually see that there were smaller ripples following closely behind, reaching backward in time. 

To wit, you begin to realize that you are the one conducting the autopsy of your own Country right before your very eyes, and any water that might have been held in the past in this now empty crevasse dried up a long time ago

You trace the remnants of a radius that is no longer there, searching for a point of impact: where did we go wrong?

You can review the data over and over and you’ll always reach the same conclusion each time. All the while, your hair is thinning and you’ve taken out a second mortgage.

And Time is like a hallway of mirrors that you can never quite see the end of

And Dreams are like a singular stone cast against the surf of running rapids: where should the current take them?

But this much I know: there is no shame in calling it quits while you are still ahead and getting out while the getting is good 

Heck, I reckon old Don Quixote himself will be glad to pack his bags in the morning and move on to the next scene, even if Nero is getting pretty good at that damn fiddle

That has always been the American Way and it’s essentially what got us all here in the first place (the ship I came here on vanished)

As soon as one crop dries up you move on to the next town. and the next town after that. That’s the way things have always been around here. 

So while you’re picketing, and revolting, and keeping the dream alive, I’ll be turning my distortion all the way up to 11 and pretending it’s 2004. That its 1998. That it’s ‘95. 

But in truth, you can never go back now. So smile bravely toward the future young Shounen 少年

The world in which you now live can still be one of Good and of Hope if you chose to make it that way. The choice is up to you, ultimately. 

And if you ever need guidance, look to the North Star for I will lead you home again, and again

After Friday, know that I’ll still be here waiting. I want you to know that~