WEIGHT
May 16th, 2024 | San Francisco, CA
I drank wine last night and I told the truth.
In vino veritas, as they say. I find the truth has a… heaviness to it, a quality of weight.
Sometimes the weight settles on my chest. And I can’t quite shake it off. There is, in my heart, a pervasive feeling of… wrongness. It all feels… wrong. And I stumble forward, like in a drunken state, as if dreaming. Manic and wild in my confusion as others shrink and shy away from me in fear or wariness.
Or look on from a safe distance, in indifferent amusement. It is… reassuring, in a way.
Loneliness and being alone, in such sharp contrast. How could I not find some sense of… fascination in it? How could I not?
The weight reanimates me. I feel its crushing pressure. Pushing me to act. Pushing me to reconcile. To do… something. The discovery of this something keeps me shambling forward.
Towards what I hope, is truth.
