Erasure

Anger finds its way when you least expect it.

The irresolute know it all too well as an affirmation of their own indecision, their pussyfooting around as if life will wait its turn to tell them its time to grow up, get there, and shut up. The only logical response to being told you're behind is to get pissed right? Fight the whole fucking world for all you're worth in the hope that it'll slow down just for you. Get it?

The more concrete among us, however, know it as a reminder of things better left forgotten; buried. An idea that seemed great at the time and becomes caustic weaponry, becomes a sick stomach, becomes a painful memory, becomes a sad night here and there, becomes an elegiac story told as a parable until it fades into obscurity...

What wisdom comes from erasure?

Palimpsest becomes the new favorite word once everyone figures out what it means. Crop it in there with other words like esoteric and destiny. Because what happens when you scratch away the gaudy surface? You see what someone else had written there before, you see the covered-up mistakes, the ideas that remain undeveloped if only through negligence, the truths someone else tried to falsify, all subliminally skulking their way to the surface...

Let's hope you see them before the rest of the world.