It's their eyes. You can see it in their eyes. There's no mistaking it.
Look at the eyes of the actress Megan Fox. It's the same look, exactly.
It's the look of a vessel made empty. The look that the wearers chose.
My whole life has been one long struggle to maintain control over its course, lest interests with not so gentle intentions take the reins from me; and to seize the opportunities when and where they come - case in point, this weekend and the events I aim to set in motion tomorrow, which ought to guide my life for some time to come.
But in the years I have had, I have rarelynever seen anyone else sit up and listen, captivated by a lone blackbird singing its heart out on top of a church spire in a busy street, or look up at an evening sky turned to fire by the rays of the dying sun on the clouds.
Today, it was an immense cloud of starlings in the sky. And to my amazement, nobody on the street below seemed even the slightest bit interested in the spectacle overhead. Honestly, it was as if someone had discovered how to apply a cloaking device to naked 18 year old cheerleaders, and had them marching down the road past everyone - while everyone was too wrapped up in their little lives to notice.
Life is spectacle and chaos and wonder, and if all a person can think about on their little way through life is getting that bill paid, or getting to the bookie's in time to place that next bet or getting to the pub to get a good seat in the outdoor smoking section - they walk like mundanes and they quack like mundanes. Trust me on this.
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Look at the eyes of the actress Megan Fox. It's the same look, exactly.
It's the look of a vessel made empty. The look that the wearers chose.
My whole life has been one long struggle to maintain control over its course, lest interests with not so gentle intentions take the reins from me; and to seize the opportunities when and where they come - case in point, this weekend and the events I aim to set in motion tomorrow, which ought to guide my life for some time to come.
But in the years I have had, I have
rarelynever seen anyone else sit up and listen, captivated by a lone blackbird singing its heart out on top of a church spire in a busy street, or look up at an evening sky turned to fire by the rays of the dying sun on the clouds.Today, it was an immense cloud of starlings in the sky. And to my amazement, nobody on the street below seemed even the slightest bit interested in the spectacle overhead. Honestly, it was as if someone had discovered how to apply a cloaking device to naked 18 year old cheerleaders, and had them marching down the road past everyone - while everyone was too wrapped up in their little lives to notice.
Life is spectacle and chaos and wonder, and if all a person can think about on their little way through life is getting that bill paid, or getting to the bookie's in time to place that next bet or getting to the pub to get a good seat in the outdoor smoking section - they walk like mundanes and they quack like mundanes. Trust me on this.