Fast leaves

I don’t want to be part of this fast food, fast culture, fast love, fast thought, fast word, fast violence, fast creed, fast trip society.

I want a meaning. A sense. A contradiction. An afterthought. I want something to die for. I want a deep and unlimited passion. 

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

W. Whitman

 

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