who doesn't want to be heard? whether you're living in a cave or amongst the masses, it's really sad when you start to think that no one is listening. i think most people live that way - no matter how unbecomingly ecstatic they may seem, it's just impossible that they're not all just a tad sad that absolutely no one, not a single soul on the face of the planet, is listening. we probably all like to think that someone, or even someones are truly lending us an ear, but i doubt it. the only ear latching on to us is our own, and half the time, that may as well be our ass. no one's listening to us, and we're not listening to anyone, and that is just plain terrifying. why must it be like that, i wonder? i guess that's why children are so special and beautiful - they actually hear......and then comes original sin, stupidity, so i guess eden, therein, must have been a place where we all just listened.
look at this little pigeon. here he is up on his soapbox. he was literally walking back and forth on it chirping me-me-me-memehty-me-me-me-memehty-meeee and everyone was just walking by ignoring him. so embarrassing.
look at this little pigeon. here he is up on his soapbox. he was literally walking back and forth on it chirping me-me-me-memehty-me-me-me-memehty-meeee and everyone was just walking by ignoring him. so embarrassing.
