The Great Alone

Another year ends with me glaring at the world alone. At least they couldn't keep me in the hospital. That counts for something right? But seriously am definitely on a loner binge. And I kinda love it that way. i mean who needs pesky humans clogging my head with liquor lies when time is ending. So I will watch them get festive and I will drink pomegranate juice and listen to idm.Last year when it ended I was on a train far out somewhere wishing I could fly away or drive the train to another universe. That could happen. Anything is possible right? we shouldn't be constrained by petty notions of space, time and less than friends. I feel a sense of detachment. I feel like I have run out of madness and now there is just flow. And I still got art. It never quits. It is a persistent bugger no doubt. Wins the prize for always on time. When time ends art will be the great observer watching us fall into oblivion. Yes the ending of a year is falling into nothingness to begin again. So fall into the abyss children of babylon. I will be time watching with a smile drinking my pomegranate juice and chuckling. What did you have when time came to an end?

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