Vershun’s Brain Dump

Straight on the freeway.  Freeways give way to smaller roads and smaller still.

Small roads turn into narrow, winding dirt roads.

When you hit the end of the road, walk until you’re unable to go any further.

Everything trivial in life fades.  The money, the politics, the games.   Your mental perception of society collapses around you and you’re left with simple fact that you are one of many living organisms briefly inhabiting this small spec of space.

As the shadows crawl over your shattered ego and everything that truly matters becomes clear, weep for every moment you passively watched slip away.

You can’t get them back.

The random things I think about in Spanish class.