“Once Melody left me, it dawned on me, looking out at all those wonderful city lights, that I was just one of those millions of city lights, a tiny little pixel, buried within the white noise of life, blinking on for just a brief second in time. I didn’t want to be a martyr. I wanted to be nobody. And I walked out of that apartment, with only the clothes on my back. To become nobody. I never returned again.”
I was just one of those millions of neon lights, blinking for warmth in the urban ruins of a city. I was nobody, but I’d always wanted to be somebody, as though I’d always wanted to be seen. Sometimes when I looked out of the window, I felt seized by mesmerizing thoughts, and they took me away. I looked at people as if observing them, or looking at myself through their eyes. My secular mind is never worthy of the spontaneity of life, that I worshipped, chased after, and had placed in some people’s body. If I had been the architecture lonely in the middle of nowhere sand, I would have seen my life as beautiful, and really sung a song to me.
