Isolation

The isolation of higher order consciousness: that oppressive darkness which gathers at the moonless night of being alone; that void which endless channel surfing or media consumption does not ever quite fill. Until at the point of over indulgence, exhaustion from the tiredness of desperation brings sleep. When all woven narratives begin and end with the self; this pervasive kanker-like sore, which despite the greatest care, gets torn open making chewing more a formality than an accomplishable task. The knowledge that this state of being is mutually produced externally and internally is only a temporary balm; as one may pretentiously qualify as equiprimordial. This hyper-sensitive awareness sees fuel for its self propagation in all encounters; each of these likely situations only serve to further distance the isolated from the various external relational worlds, such as: the "full" knowledge that one is invited to social occasions more as a kind of selfless pity than true interpersonal attachment - of course the whole conundrum is that both parties must necessarily be unaware of this process but the isolated would invariably see the "true" motive were there may not be any. Spiraling into ones self is ever present, and without the ability to balance on that precipice, the tumble is perpetually self generating... a little like the precipice of consciousness on our larger narrative arc of becoming-human.