Saw the sun setting today morning, and before it did the
blaze of hot air, could perhaps kill.
Honestly, wish it did.
Those hours when the pretension to switch off from the real
world begins, is becoming more difficult to live with. Alice is not finding new
doors and escape reality, and the times she does, she does not meet Mad Hatter.
There’s so much history, blurred. But the learning from it in the current
affairs is more difficult to live with.
The howls for hours are deafening. The silent never ending
dialogues, monologues and cacaphony corrodes through the heart, turning every
part of the system to ashes.
The need to escape, and hide from double standards, from meaninglessness
of existence becomes more and more relevant.
It takes me back to one of the very few things that left an
indelible impression in college, the sociological monograph of Durkheim. But
till, date couldn’t figure the selfish or altruistic nature of it. What if that’s
not redemption.
It’s giving up nonetheless. And Alice never gave up, she
always had her wonderland.
But what if afterlife is the wonderland?
