There’s so much stuff out there. Stuff I want to learn. Stuff that could be learnt. I think losing an opportunity to learn is a huge mistake, because most people, in their own pace and with their own goals, end up learning something, somehow, somewhere, with somebody or on their own, with nobody to hold their somewhat confused chins up – and when they do, what usually happens is that you’re left behind, in the dust, unable to keep up with whatever’s going on in their hearts. It’s not about technology, it’s about life’s simple truths that may never get caught by philosophers’ fishnets and chronists’ thick glasses before hazy, desaturated eyes. Truths that might live short-lived lives beneath the lines of what we read on walls that have never been painted, but are there to yell boundaries at our hands and feet. You’re left reminiscing on everything you didn’t learn when you had the chance. You’re left with a feeling, not with the consequences of your acts, and it’s precisely that which could drive one up to a deep, boring, scar-faced despair, with a farced starry body and a sharp sword pointing towards the sky.
