Hi, I’m just. I’m.
I feel like I’m dust. And I am. I am dust, am I not? You’re dust too. “All we are is dust.” Check Gorillaz, Damon Albarn, he’s awesome. At the moment I feel lost. Like all other human beings. But I feel lost in particular. I feel -
Today I saw a pony. It’s lost too. It’s lonely. It lives behind my grandmother’s backyard and it has nothing to eat but the poor grass petals under its hooves. And its hooves are bad. And there is something wrong with the eyes. And it has bad teeth. I feel sorry for the pony. So I gave him (but I think it’s a her) French fries today. And guess what? S/he ate the French fries as if it was the only food s/he got that day (except for the petals of grass). Poor thing. It gets nothing but dust to eat.
I’m currently reading The Fault in Our Stars. It’s good. It’s beautiful. I love it. Page 139 (in my copy) says: “The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives.” I like that. I mean. A couple of weeks ago one young guy who lived in my town died. He jumped of a bridge for fun and smashed onto the water in a wrong angle. He drowned. Now he has turned into dust. I drove past his house today. And I thought about that quote. What happens behind these walls at the moment? The walls won’ tell ya.
John Green is amazing.
But he’s just dust too, isn’t he?