We humans are fragile. But still convinced we are immune towards life cruelty, bruatality and sickness. We are dumb in that way, living our life thinking that nothing, or no one, can beat us. We are immortal. Or at least, so we think. And we walk the crooked path of life acting like we know all there is to now. We take risks and challenge the laws of nature. Humans are stupid. But yet, it is our stupidity combined with our brilliant master homo sapiens mind that makes us so fascinating creatures. We are dumb, but smart. So clever that we do stupid choices to avoid boredom and spice up our life. And dumb enough to think that we will always come out on the right side when we jump of the path that faith has drawn for us, looking for a better way of living. But in the end we are just masses of meat. Flesh and bone smashed together into a human shape. We are fragile. Mortal. And don’t you forget that.
George felt sad and lonely, there he sat on the little mountain hill looking at the city he now had left for ever. He thought about what he had lef and therefore lost. He would never again piss on his neighboor lawn every time he came home from work. He would never again kiss his lovely wife, or tuck in his daughter. He was forver alone. A dreamer, with bigger plans for his life than wastin it in a contaminated city with no real people or feelings left. The city was just a shell containing scattered parts of lost and ruined individuals, getting throug the days smoking to many cigrarettes and selling their soul to to earn money for the big companies, bearly getting by themselves after the months salary was paid. George shed a tear, and while staring into the bewitching flames he noticed a moth flapping quickly and eagerly towards the burning fire. He pointed his finger towards it, trying to snap it in the opposite direction, but the moth ignored his gesture and vanished in the flames. George took a sip of his beer, got up and yelled at the silouette of the city. ‘‘You see you f****ng bastards, thats what happens when you reach towards something you never can get. You strive and strive looking for a bright spot, something better than what you have, and when you find it you become unhappy because you realize how awful you’ve had it, and then are you blinded and burned to death with grief’’. After this George sat down and watched the fire again, before he smoked his pipe and fell asleep, lucky at least he had discovered the thruth about life.
Running on the path in front of me.
The crocked roots are reaching for my legs,
trying to capture me and keep me in the dark forest.
I keep on running in the rain,
avoiding the roots and their grabbing arms.
Leaves are whispering about me, scaring me with tales about my past,
whispering fearful thoughts about what the future will bring.
I refuse to be captured in the dark.
I keep on running on the narrow road that is laid up for me,
my heart beating hard making drum noise in my ears.
I know that the solution lies in front of me.
Running blind with my arms grasping for answers,
but the answers I seek are drowning the sorrowful surroundings.
Wow! I am actually really impressed over Lana Del Rey´s video skills. In her short film, “Tropico”, she creates a magical universe with eccentric, dreamy and gloomy aesthetic, conceptual symbol consumption, poetic language and cultural and religious references. I really enjoyed it. Hope you do to! Have a nice weekend!