a vague interpretation:
It's about doubting his reality. He knows he doesn't see things the same way the others do. Why do you think he's so detached all the time. If your on drugs and in a particular mood and you look at the sky, a realization such as ''The sky...is blue'' even though it is a common fact, echoes in your mind with various meanings, as a metaphore, as an absurd truth that, it doesnt make sense people don't stop in the middle of the street to stare up at and debate. I think he sometimes thinks he's one of the only lonely ones who takes the time to realize that that beautiful sky above is actually sad. Like a kid who realizes his mother is depressed and tells his little sister about his observation. '' Just dont go telling everyone.''
I dont think he truly feels the desire to walk back by the fence line. Because he's going back to where he's already been. Something he's already analysed. And he realizes, as the woman he knows cries: whats the difference between female and male? We still feel the same human emotions yet draw such a line as if we did not. a thin line, like that of the fence he just followed. Like all lines traced in this crazy, crazy world of boudaries and limitations inscribed into dictionaries,rule sheets, governement aprooved books etc etc.
She asks 'where have you been?' because he's been off walking in his own self absorbtion. And he's the kinda guy that when he comes back, people are always on his case as if it wasnt enough just to breathe. They all need to organize. Know what's where. And have a good hold on whats been happening, or else they dont feel safe. He's learned he can't change the way that the people around him think and function, though its sensless to him, and since he's detached himself from that and sees how those people are still tied to kettles (manners,) and Monday (concrete squares and boundaries. factual concepts. dedlines. titles. names) he doubts all of them, which makes it hard for him to 'settle down' like the American Dream tells you to do because he can poke so many holes into it and doesnt value it as most do.
He thinks happiness is a disguise.
Happiness in the world which says 'its allright its allright' as if he werent suffering, as if it was easy to go about, and walk. (without a cane)
''But...what can you do?'' even though you realize things, even though you name the sky. You can't change the entire world to suite your interpretation of what existence 'should be' and he probably wishes he could.
Nostalgic of his childhood state. Which is probably why he does drugs, whe he analyses so much too. Because he always wants to keep being amazed. Like the happy child the world has brainwashed him into not being anymore.
a vague interpretation: It's about doubting his reality. He knows he doesn't see things the same way the others do. Why do you think he's so detached all the time. If your on drugs and in a particular mood and you look at the sky, a realization such as ''The sky...is blue'' even though it is a common fact, echoes in your mind with various meanings, as a metaphore, as an absurd truth that, it doesnt make sense people don't stop in the middle of the street to stare up at and debate. I think he sometimes thinks he's one of the only lonely ones who takes the time to realize that that beautiful sky above is actually sad. Like a kid who realizes his mother is depressed and tells his little sister about his observation. '' Just dont go telling everyone.''
I dont think he truly feels the desire to walk back by the fence line. Because he's going back to where he's already been. Something he's already analysed. And he realizes, as the woman he knows cries: whats the difference between female and male? We still feel the same human emotions yet draw such a line as if we did not. a thin line, like that of the fence he just followed. Like all lines traced in this crazy, crazy world of boudaries and limitations inscribed into dictionaries,rule sheets, governement aprooved books etc etc.
She asks 'where have you been?' because he's been off walking in his own self absorbtion. And he's the kinda guy that when he comes back, people are always on his case as if it wasnt enough just to breathe. They all need to organize. Know what's where. And have a good hold on whats been happening, or else they dont feel safe. He's learned he can't change the way that the people around him think and function, though its sensless to him, and since he's detached himself from that and sees how those people are still tied to kettles (manners,) and Monday (concrete squares and boundaries. factual concepts. dedlines. titles. names) he doubts all of them, which makes it hard for him to 'settle down' like the American Dream tells you to do because he can poke so many holes into it and doesnt value it as most do.
He thinks happiness is a disguise. Happiness in the world which says 'its allright its allright' as if he werent suffering, as if it was easy to go about, and walk. (without a cane)
''But...what can you do?'' even though you realize things, even though you name the sky. You can't change the entire world to suite your interpretation of what existence 'should be' and he probably wishes he could.
Nostalgic of his childhood state. Which is probably why he does drugs, whe he analyses so much too. Because he always wants to keep being amazed. Like the happy child the world has brainwashed him into not being anymore.
theres the vague interpratation