Sojourn.ing

The past two months have been filled with change.

Robert W. Chamber’s anthology “The King in Yellow” consists of several vignettes bound together by a fictional play of the same title. This play leaves readers changed, forming an obsession that leads to madness, irrationality, and purpose. More than this, though, the forbidden knowledge within leads those affected to disregard morality and societal norms.

I don’t think I’m made for this world.

I’ve seen enough.

Elon Musk recently fell from grace in the public eye. After years of overpromising, underdelivering, and mildly questionable behavior, he finally crossed the line by supporting Donald Trump. This was the final straw for many, who had previously enjoyed his products. Tesla owners, who predominantly live in large urban cities which lean left, were particularily vocal.

Are you satisfied with the current state of social media? I know I’m not. Endless feeds of content that entertain, elicit a chuckle, or make me angry all leave me feeling empty. This mental masturbation is algorithmically facilitated to waste as much of time as possible.

Have you ever noticed two small bumps on the road, spread apart a few feet? So small, so inconspicuous, they’re easy to just roll over. But these pneumatic tubes are there for a reason.

The sun shines bright, yellow rays dancing through the trees. The air blows cold, biting at my cheeks and kissing my skin. The world bustles around me, everything with a purpose. Me, I wander.