i'm a photography student in nashville, tn, usa.
i like to read jean baudrillard.
i enjoy discussing reality and the reality/malleability of it.
i enjoy a good anime.
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every night it's as if my soul somehow begins to analyze all the data it's collected from the past that stretches far beyond my lifetime. every night i feel more alone than the night before.
did i do something in the past that tore me from my love? because i feel like i've been wandering for eons searching for this sensation that seems so familiar, this feeling that i long for, the sense of wholeness that i crave.
every night i feel like i have been cursed to wander this earth, like psyche, crying out in eternal agony for the love i had and lost so easily. and i want it back. god, my soul just aches to be whole again. i wonder if it is even possible anymore.
(but then again this could all be something designed to keep me from seeing the truth of the reality that surrounds us)