There’s no happy left, except…
There must be, somewhere, right?
I can’t just give up.
There must be some happy left, somewhere.
I need to go someplace where there’s still innocence and beauty in the world.
I need someone to tell me it’s going to be alright.
I need to know I’m not alone. I need to know that my search is valid, and that its worth is celebrated in our thought palaces.
I need to know that there’s empirical proof.
I need to know we’ve come to these truths after much thought and reflection.
Where can we go to escape the madness of the world today?
Well, if you want to know where I’ll be for the next hour or so…