Travis has a gun

at what cost – notepad.exe

It’s probably not a matter to be overlooked how value and respect have lost their dignity.

How people have become more fragile, more reactive. Even I’ve grown more pessimistic than I was a day before. Sometimes I feel like crying, like slamming my head against the floor till I kill myself because reward, redemption, and rejuvenation are just catastrophic words.

Life is paradoxical, always and sometimes even duality feels like a myth. To reach peace, you must pass through chaos; and yet, good and evil blur until both seem imaginary. If there ever was a good world to live in, it was never meant to last. It’s always me vs. the world in a dimension where what matters is both beneficial and hazardous. 

("There are two colours in my head" - Radiohead)

"You might have countless expectations within yourself,

but remember — the more love you aim for,

the more of yourself you quietly kill"