…it was a moment of quiet and sudden inspiration. I rose from my bed and suddenly I desired to vandalize things, walls, benches, doors; I had the urge to write on them, leave messages for the people, inspire them, make them look away from their cellphone screens and enjoy life. it was the same inspiration that drove me downtown, to the seediest neighborhood of the city, to enter a party. my hair uncombed and very insane, my clothes were old and not fashionable, but I was there just to walk against the crowd, rubbing skin and elbowing and pushing, trying to cause a reaction, trying to cause commotion. people were there, all sorts of colors and eyes and mouths, having sex in the bathrooms and drinking, dancing – a fun party. but I was never one to dance, and I was there to change, both myself and the rest of us all. I was there trying really hard to start a fight in the naked, absurd heat of the place, needing to punch someone, craving to take them outside, yell, punch kick and get punched and thrown down, and pinned down, and go home with three broken teeth, a gash on the forehead and a changed life. I wanted to feel…
mental fragments – #3
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