People have always scared me. They need to be passed through a sieve and sussed out; even cased like houses so I can rob them of the things we share. Most people pick me out and discard me, like rocks in lentils. I want to find the rocks and build things. I never trust the people happy to be consumed, to consume, because they don’t understand how I want to be a tool, use tools, make and dismantle.
What a horrible world where we are so desperate to prove our own validity by picking apart another’s. We are all so valid and we should be building things all the time, and even if those things aren’t very structurally sound at first they will be one day if we keep building.
Some bits from journal post I wrote earlier. I feel like it’s important to me or something.