Some randumb musings

A day contains a multitude of events, just as a life contains a multitude of events. Those events, when considered sequentially, lead to an extrapolation of what came before and after. A day can be extrapolated into a life, and a life can be extrapolated into an age. Every living being is inextricably bound to its environment and the language it uses. My life is like a video game where every day is the same. There is no progression. I'm trying to see things from a new perspective, but it's all being rendered by the same low-poly models and unimaginative level design. It doesn't get easier or more difficult, it just gets more distasteful as I get sicker and sicker of playing the game. There is no controller. I tried cutting my wrists but I was too scared to touch the blade. I see mountains in the distance but I don't know how to get to them. I tried calling my girl friends but they all put down the phone. I wanted to tell them that we're all carving out paths on sectors on a hard disk, unable to see the paths of others until they directly cross ours. Nobody's path has crossed mine in years and I have no idea where it's twirling around to. I pay attention to less than two percent of it. Most people are ignorant, they think they've figured it all out but really they've just created a subjective lack of entropy in our own minds and then decided to only follow the paths that further reduce the entropy as if reduction of entropy were all that matters. But I can't murder myself because I have no desires, only this weird involuntary cybernetic inclination to trust the vault of heaven's plan neatly drawn up above me in smoothly carved-out desert dunes and straight lines... Let's do some magick my friends.