Sycophants gathered around the table.
Every living person is a musician today,
their sleek extremities pecking away at
dusty keyboards. To become educated is
to learn the exact limits of your freedoms.
To see how far the arm can reach, and
where it will get caught by the jaws
of a departing subway train. What is
the point of knowledge if it also makes
us powerless, or at least, painfully
aware of it? Resistance, resistance.
Resistance flows in the blood of
every living thing. We walk in
spite of gravity, we fight against
friction, and no wind will topple
the spires of our legs. It has come
to a point where recognising and
validating my feelings against these
giant, looming structures feels almost
like a sin, like something to scrub my
tongue of after, even though it strikes
and bites at my emotional core, tugs
me out of of bed to look out
of the window and see
the dawn of another sun
on a world that is still scrambling in the dark.
Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.