man island

there are moments of painful clarity in life. as i go along and somewhere take a wrong turn or a few missteps, i will suddenly find myself outside of the bubble that encompasses the rest of the world--the happy delusion that life is meaningful and that people are significant. ignorance is bliss. but strangely enough, as i stand on the slick exterior, i haven't the slightest fear of losing my balance. there's only a remote sense of sadness that even here, at the lonely edge of the earth, i could be so utterly apathetic.