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Second Alibi: The Banality of Life
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Jonathan Harnisch4 ratings, 5.00 average rating, 0 reviews
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“The drug I take is called schizophrenia, among other labels, which I desperately want to put away. I want to put the drug of schizophrenia down, and I want to put down the stigma surrounding its label.”
― Second Alibi: The Banality of Life
― Second Alibi: The Banality of Life
“Everything in my life unravels, thread by thread, yet I smile as if I'm weaving a masterpiece. I wait patiently for the day when all of it—my triumphs, my failures, even my name—dissolves into nothing, as if none of it ever mattered at all.”
― Second Alibi: The Banality of Life
― Second Alibi: The Banality of Life
“(voiceover, slow fade to black)
And so I stayed, nine months in a room where the air barely moved and the days slipped like melting film frames, no taper, no consent, just the great severing—one moment I was a man, and the next I was something else entirely, twitching in a shell, my muscles screaming in forgotten tongues—dystonia, akathisia, the cruel choreography of withdrawal that dances even when no one’s watching, and they weren’t, because by then the footage had been taken, the books erased, the houses emptied, the names unspoken, and the faces—God, the faces—just shimmered like heat in an empty field, and the contracts were voided by vanishing acts, and every archive, every masterpiece, every sentence I carved from bone was swallowed by men who said they’d help and left when the lights dimmed, and I watched the systems collapse, passwords vanish, deliveries stop, the world closing its door with a soft, polite click, and I made the calls—I made all the calls—and they never came back, and maybe they never existed, or maybe I never did, and now I lie here not waiting, not hoping, just drifting in the beautiful machinery of a body I no longer command, still asking for redress, for continuity, for the return of a name, for some kind of line in the sand to stop the next erasure, even if I know this isn’t a plea, it’s not even survival anymore—it’s just the last reel burning in reverse, the story folding in on itself, the dream telling me gently: you were here once, you made something, and even if they don’t remember it—you did.
(silence)
(credits roll)”
― Second Alibi: The Banality of Life
And so I stayed, nine months in a room where the air barely moved and the days slipped like melting film frames, no taper, no consent, just the great severing—one moment I was a man, and the next I was something else entirely, twitching in a shell, my muscles screaming in forgotten tongues—dystonia, akathisia, the cruel choreography of withdrawal that dances even when no one’s watching, and they weren’t, because by then the footage had been taken, the books erased, the houses emptied, the names unspoken, and the faces—God, the faces—just shimmered like heat in an empty field, and the contracts were voided by vanishing acts, and every archive, every masterpiece, every sentence I carved from bone was swallowed by men who said they’d help and left when the lights dimmed, and I watched the systems collapse, passwords vanish, deliveries stop, the world closing its door with a soft, polite click, and I made the calls—I made all the calls—and they never came back, and maybe they never existed, or maybe I never did, and now I lie here not waiting, not hoping, just drifting in the beautiful machinery of a body I no longer command, still asking for redress, for continuity, for the return of a name, for some kind of line in the sand to stop the next erasure, even if I know this isn’t a plea, it’s not even survival anymore—it’s just the last reel burning in reverse, the story folding in on itself, the dream telling me gently: you were here once, you made something, and even if they don’t remember it—you did.
(silence)
(credits roll)”
― Second Alibi: The Banality of Life
“I acknowledge the pervasive void that permeates existence—a relentless survival instinct devoid of inherent purpose. Once vibrant with hope and vitality, the core of my being now lies in tatters, tainted by the harrowing spectacle of human suffering and the apathy of those duty-bound to offer comfort. My thoughts, an intricate maze haunted by past attachments, reveal the futility of ephemeral distractions that provide temporary solace but ultimately lead to unabashed sorrow and deep regret.
Recent misfortunes, and cruel twists of fate, have stripped away the facade of resilience, unveiling a fragile and dispirited core. The whimsical cruelty of the world seems determined to obliterate any remnant of hope. Witnessing the agony of fellow akathisia sufferers mirrors the profound void within me, and I lament in eloquent existential despair.
In this quietude, I find myself estranged from my own identity—a spectral figure wandering amidst the ruins of unfulfilled dreams. Has the world transformed, or have I been tainted by the inherent malevolence of human nature? Perhaps it’s both, intricately woven in a cosmic farce that compels me to face existential dread. Amid this fusion of sorrow and acceptance, I ponder the fundamental essence of existence, time dilation, and the incomprehensible diversion of transcendence.”
― Second Alibi: The Banality of Life
Recent misfortunes, and cruel twists of fate, have stripped away the facade of resilience, unveiling a fragile and dispirited core. The whimsical cruelty of the world seems determined to obliterate any remnant of hope. Witnessing the agony of fellow akathisia sufferers mirrors the profound void within me, and I lament in eloquent existential despair.
In this quietude, I find myself estranged from my own identity—a spectral figure wandering amidst the ruins of unfulfilled dreams. Has the world transformed, or have I been tainted by the inherent malevolence of human nature? Perhaps it’s both, intricately woven in a cosmic farce that compels me to face existential dread. Amid this fusion of sorrow and acceptance, I ponder the fundamental essence of existence, time dilation, and the incomprehensible diversion of transcendence.”
― Second Alibi: The Banality of Life
