A full chest of lies is nothing compared with my empty head of truth’s.
They seem to be in an unbalanced relation in the prioritized society of today. Given the opportunity to compare truth with lie I cannot even see the proximity of importance, and even less the inverted situation between the meaning and use of the two concepts. But this is the reality of the same society that resemble a group of friends in constant battle over nothing just to falsely impose bonds.
I have no lies inside but the ones others keep on giving me for free. I try to signal them about the empty head I have, abjected and geometrically reflecting outside that given words, but they try to force that norm through me as if a rule had to become true. Altruistic as I am I keep some lies as truths just to fulfill the fact that this is another reality for someone and so being, as for my constant redirect myself to others, I have to keep the insanity of this type of living real to others as well. What a waste of time, what a psico dilemma, what a wonderful friend I am…
Strangeness comes sit next to me when everything is an old, enormous expelled wasted matter, made from recycled resounding lies. Stranger than truth, revoked as part of morality and staggering me as I see the depth (and shallowness) of entire bands of society settled in this inversion of values and modus in life. Sad. “True”. Real conflict of interests made relative to the lack of morality imposed by deceiveness.
I am nothing but an observant, casted as an actor, narrating what I write and recording the scenes of sounding truths, just to find myself inside of myself. I am not a moralistic man, I have my commitments and doubts as everybody else, some strange and misleading, some so simple that are even more strange, but I still chose to work hard everyday and achieve an empty head, of truth.
So lost and so busy trying to find nothing when they only needed to use truth to find all of themselves all.
the MONSTRUKTOR