I thought,
doing things in excess are great. It's like bungee jumping. It's the desire to touch the extreme, but constantly and precariously held together by the bungee rope of some sort of normalcy; some mix of reason, rationality, reality. In excess, you delve into insanity, touch the extreme, and bounce back at one point, craving to go back to normalcy, cease it by rationality, be pulled up by reason, to be in reality happily. As always, extremes exist and is so attractive at times thanks to normalcy, and vice versa.
Maybe it was insanity that I wanted all the while, that I brandished all the while. To get to it, to come back, to tell the stories, to get back to it. Life as a roller coasater rather than a tightrope walking. Oscar, what were you thinking?
Mothagesso.
