“There are clues everywhere–all around us. But the puzzle maker is clever. The clues, although surrounding us, are somehow mistaken for something else. And the something else–the *wrong* interpretation of the clues–we call our world. Our world is a magical smoke screen. How should we interpret the happy song of the meadowlark, or the robust flavor of a wild strawberry?”
-the log lady, Twin Peaks
i misinterpret things. i over-analyze. i relate clues, hints, innuendoes and events that were never meant to go together. i end up thinking the world is square, or 2+2=254154125. i know this. i try not to. i can rarely stop myself though. although, having said that, when someone else voices what you were thinking, before you said it, you have to wonder what’s going on…. is the ka konnektion strong, or is it just that the truth is bluntly obvious, and i’m having trouble believing it?
the question is why i don’t want to believe it… and that’s something i don’t know the answer to.. i don’t know that i ever will, but it will annoy the hell out of me until i analyze it to death.
this is killing me…. i want to say it, and know i can’t. i can’t say it here, and i can’t say it anywhere. why?
opening Pandora’s box may not be the smartest thing to do…. i think it would probably be better for me to just shut the fuck up, swallow the desire, and keep rolling on.
and that is as much as i am game to say.