Aftermath

So essentially we run after a phantom. This is the curse of capitalism. We will never find it. It will always be out of our reach. And so here my story resumes. Still chasing the phantom and not making any progress.

Weird ideas

So the president of the vegan society has come out to say that it's okay to eat meat. What he meant probably was that one can do as one please, and who listens to the president of the vegan society anyway? That's where my story starts...

When you see the world, you must take note of that which you do not. Which is simple. Just take note of what you see, and then you will, or should, know what you don't. Basically. I think.

So back to the president of the vegan society. He said, "we are here to announce the menu for our gathering". Fried fish and chips. Everyone was concerned that the vegan society members all have gone insane.

Please bear with me.

Basically he meant to say fried vegan fish and chips. That would've made more sense right? Well it doesn't. Because fish aren't vegan. And why call someone/something something one is not? The poor people of the society wondered why everyone was against their logic, when it is clearly just a marketing gimmick by corporations to make more and more money chopping down the land which belonged to the people of Gambia.

Here I am again

Officially I am not as I am. My life is filled with wasted potential. Really I can do better. And this is where my journey finally begins. The cry for nonconformity. A life with no description and full realization of disconnection. Being in a reality one is not. Living freely differently. Do as one can separate from others. Being nondescriptive. Associate with self, and not the other. Following what I see and hear. Taste and smell. And so it begins again, but when does it end?