From within

It’s hard to live outside the system. Nowadays the system is so all encompassing it inherently seeks to approach and rehabilitate those outside it. Should one escape beyond the boundaries of normality our society is set up to help you get back on board and moving once more along the chain-gang of civilisation.

You can exist beyond the system, but not really live without it. To live a life detached from the mainstream of humanity is not really to live at all. It is a constant fight against encroachment from that which you have deserted and leaves no space for anything else.

So on the whole at least, we adhere, conform; many of us vacating our tendencies towards escapism. Some of us do this in the hope that from within the system opportunities can be contorted for our own means, allowing narrow spaces for true freedom and expression. Here we can create the merest glimpse of  who we could or would be away from the normal conformity and adherence. This is done by different people in many different ways, I like trying to capture reality in words.

In these small spaces I've felt alive, if  only for short periods. Inside these rich cavities I gasp the clean air away from the sickening generalisation and materialisation of a world where the vast majority of the dominant species are unaware of their suffocating subjugation. Fully aware I'm using the language and the means of the very system I’m deriding to tell you this, I have to think and write – it’s better than not doing anything about it; which is increasingly the only other alternative.

Sometimes I feel most alive in the gaps between living my life.