reflections on a friendship

my best friend here

is a Japanese guy,

he laughs at me

when i try to pronounce his last name

and

we’re always talking about philosophy,

and how we are all abstractions

of ourselves

we make jokes about the sentience of

abstractions,

and

our awareness of how we’re abstractions

thinking about different abstractions.

there is a lot of pretension when it comes

to intellectuals,

not saying that i am an intellectual,

but i have to wonder

why.

why is it that intellectuals”feel tortured,

is it learned?

why is it that i feel tortured?

is it because i myself am an abstraction

trying and coping with the dread that comes

with the realization that the only thing that exists

is my mind and even that doesn’t exist

and everything about society is based upon the abstractions

of the abstractions as abstractions,

god, I’m sounding like a real a*****e.

Author's Note

Feeling meh about my work at the moment.

Feel free to criticize