It all suddenly seems so bleak now, the intense line that separates reality from abstraction. I've met up with this 'stranger' twice now, and have been neglecting my abstraction for that purpose.. Yet there isn't exactly any strong reason that's apparent in its current state -- I'm still viewing the stars as if they shone light that was meant to be seen long ago.. the light that's of the prehistorically 'dead' stars. (should i explain this further? nah.. figure things out yourself, you're smart enough.)
And with much unknown effort, I've accidentally stumbled upon some additional knowledge. Somehow, truth would only seem as evil as i would believe it to be. I should've known that my curiosity would kill me someday, of which it almost did the day before. The 'sudden death' effect of knowledge was definite and unavoidable -- because humans, we all are.
I must note, however, emotions cannot hide themselves from the crowd. They would eventually seep out from the cold exteriors of any individual who chose to hide them. And the result would be? Yes, a rather formidable amount of regret and suspicion.
That's happening now.. real and abstract at the same time. I shall continue this another day.. this post is utterly directed to someone.. of which i doubt that person would be able to understand it either. We shall see about that though..