Grinning as a Cheshire Cat

Alice in Wonderland (1951)

Go out and look at the sky, i’m pretty sure is a beautiful night or whatever where you are; is a cold winter night at my city and the moon seems brighter over the water particles floating on the air, those which also makes everything smell like ice and wet dirt. Look a star and think how little you are, how far and meaningless everything seems sometimes. So much beauty, the eternal machinery of an idle god/s. Look back at the screen, slaves electrons and uneasy words, people shouting “true” as others say “i don’t care” no one seems to says “I do not know at all”

do you really want to spend your night, your lifetime, pointlessly shouting, angrily arguing, at nothingness? getting mad about words which says nothing about people and their perceptions, their emotions, their odd fantasy worlds… it’s okay if you do that, because, all in all you have nothing to gain too. But feels and hate from others.