Reflections

Suddenly, I am washed over by an immense sickening, a condemnation of the extravagance and superfluous luxury and artificiality we have accustomed ourselves to. The realization does not slap me in the face but rather wells up like the spreading warmth of stiff liquor, only this time the sensation is intellectual.



And the pulchritude of things and beings glare at me with their overpowering duality, at times close enough to smell its decay. Yet simultaneously I am drawn to marvel at its sweet allure, its sheer beauty.