Half-thoughts

[Jirh]

Truth is ugly.

Beautiful truth is crazy.

Sane beautiful truth is impossible.

[Jirh]

Proud to be crazy.

Crazy to be proud.

[Jirh]

Sweet is love.

But love is hard.

[Jirh]

Don't let it go.

Don't you see how far it's gone away?!

[Jirh]

It looks like there aren't real people with real lives anymore. Life of the ghosts.

Everyone is glued to their phones, sucked into another world in another dimension, here but somewhere else, somehow.

Obsessed with their online image, carefully crafting illusion after illusion, without any regards to their self-image.

Chasing dopamine hits endlessly, until they're numb, so they increase the dose, and get even more numb.

Elaborate games of manipulation, of deception of oneself and others. Losing everyone in the process.

Fear is running the show. Deep insecurities. Increasingly so.

Shallow and hollow. No depth, no reality underneath. Empty shells, perhaps attractive to the onlooker, but deeply disappointing where it matters. Deeply boring, too.

Are people capable of genuine connection anymore? Are they even alive?!

Prison of a different kind.