How do ideals interfere with our ability to perceive reality? Is a jaded person just an optimist who encountered reality? This poem touches on the experience of reacting to things outside one’s control to the point at which it breaks one down.
How do we maintain our humanity in the face of worldwide panic? How do we stay close despite distance? How do we build bridges across island universes?
Are there pre-existing conditions to our lives? Do we come into a world that’s already holding us back? How do we escape the restrictions set for our individual personhoods?
How are we blinded by things that are not what they seem? Can we ever truly see what something really is despite what it claims to be?
Is society more accepting of comforting faleshoods than engaging with pain?
