fragment no. 1

'sometimes you catch a fleeting glimpse at a perspective that is wholly not yours. it's ephemeral and passes, but in that moment you see the world maybe (but you hope not) as it really is, and not something filtered through your own personal perspective which who knows might have some kind of evolutionary and insulary and inbuilt thing to it that shields you from the Truth of the world because maybe within that Truth you'll discover that your discordant-with-the-world perspectives have elevated you from the base that you really reside upon. and then how do you go on from that, even when it goes away and you're back to your version of normal and can then freely think again that you are a part of something, and not just socially predacious and bad and sorrowful and totally like cut-off from everything. that there is no gulf between what you convey and how it's perceived. that maybe everyone gets struck by the seemingly other-worldly thing that grasps you with both hands on your face's cheeks to say like 'snap out of it for a second!'. and that this alienating and deconstructive thing that seems to separate you from other people is exactly what unites you.'