Looking back at myself trying to understand
Its 2008 and I'm drunk hiding behind the shed with six tall boys and Huxley's book, The Doors of Perception. Trying to decipher the meaning out of his page long paragraphs. I remember thinking this is nothing like, "Brave New World".
It's now 2023 and im hiding in the bathroom with a cup of coffee reading Brave New World again. Trying to remember myself back then behind the shed. I feel so much different now but I'm still the same. Always trying to understand how the world works and how the people inside it find ways to live in it. Fifteen years of books and life and I'm still not any better or more equipped to live in this world.
Sometimes I still want to buy a pack of beer and go crawl in a hole somewhere and sit and read a book cover to cover maybe I'm finally old enough to understand the Doors of Perception.
It's now 2023 and im hiding in the bathroom with a cup of coffee reading Brave New World again. Trying to remember myself back then behind the shed. I feel so much different now but I'm still the same. Always trying to understand how the world works and how the people inside it find ways to live in it. Fifteen years of books and life and I'm still not any better or more equipped to live in this world.
Sometimes I still want to buy a pack of beer and go crawl in a hole somewhere and sit and read a book cover to cover maybe I'm finally old enough to understand the Doors of Perception.
