Everyone gets sucked into the theater:
the interrupting child, men who don’t like the theater, professors
who teach history loudly in classrooms while a student thinks
“I must clean my bathroom.” The theater
is what makes us fixate on the few, thinking
of the exaggerated importance of one or two, so in our thoughts
importance, too, reigns. We are sucked into the idol of the theater, too.
“The president of the united states!” and all the self-importance
which turns into rags in tomorrow’s breeze.
It didn’t matter! Things are still the same!
No one knew nearly as much as they thought.
All that matters is some lost it and fought.
People are relaxing or getting slaughtered in my brain.
I prefer the theatricality of music, which shows
it was nothing, really. Every warning was insane.