Envisioning oneself, is profound, almost beyond me... Even after all this, for me, it will still be the tip of the surface, clueless beyond that, unsure of the depth... Those who can master it are happy people, that is if they still have their sanity. I am versatile in every aspect of the word. Sentimental but not for the things that count. Perhaps lacking intensity or eagerness. The one thing i truly want to achieve in my lifetime is to be a selfless person. I over think everything and yet somehow i still have room for naïveness. Has there been an extinction of literary talent now days? Repeats of Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy,Alexander Pushkin,F. Scott Fitzgerald, Shakespeare, Nabokov,Dumas,Gogol,Orwell Chekhov,Dostoyevsky have not yet even come close to emerging, and with every generation by the looks of it we drift further and further from proving that wrong. We live in a Materialistic age, where society is possessed by own possessions, i vow to never let this apply to me. Think that he who possesses true honesty, is the wealthiest of them all. Vanity is frowned upon, not only by the bible. Terrible at holding a conversation without profanities.Repelled by vulgarity, although personal traits don't exactly uphold that value of mine. Physically struggle to show affection to those most important to me. I think i suffer from Atelophobia,alot would agree with me on this. Absolutely fixated by 20th century History, those who have some sort of notion about it, automatically impress me. Have an Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder for having to constantly re-search crime. Constantly longing for the past,deeply affected by nostalgia. Adore insignificant things like, smell of air after rain, or calmness before a storm, deserted areas,anxiousness inside unknown places,tobacco smelling Cafe's,ancient library's with antique books,priceless things,déjà vu in peculiur places,first sighting of autumn leaves...
"An entire generation pumping gas, waitingtables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives"