The emptiness is closing in.
I must accept it, live with it and try and move on.
Distance is to love, as wind is to fire;
It extinguishes the small and kindles the great.
- Mum: Ohh make some eggy bread to soak up all those calories you drunk last night!
- Me: Not quite sure that's how it works Mum.
Morality is as illusion. We are animals striving to seem better than we are. It is socially unacceptable not to seem like we care. We do not really care. We fool ourselves with our own idealistic illusions that we are morally separate from animals.
—Me
The Father
I’ve decided my dad doesn’t have selective hearing, he has an ailment commonly found in men called ‘creative’ hearing. He hears what he wants to hear. Sarcasm, you say? Cynicism? You’re bloody well right.
