Absurda

I always loved to dance. I always loved to live. Until I didn't. Scissors. Blades. Blood. I love them. I started writing this at 01:37 am. What an absurd. I should be sleeping. I can hear my mother telling me to go to sleep. I can always hear her in the back of my mind. Calling my name. I love my mother. I also love David Lynch. He's absurdly talented. And this short film shows it. A deep, yet not long, dive into the absurdism. Albert Camus is happy. Scissors. Legs. Dancers. Ballerinas. I always loved to dance. Until I didn't. I got depressed. Albert Camus is sad. However, in moments like this I remember something. Life is absurd. Scissors. My mother taught me to walk and talk. David Lynch taught me to live within the absurd. Or at least he showed me how. I guess I'll have to live for myself. A real shame I don't really want to. Scissors. I only ended up writing this at 01:53am. Scissors.