I'll kill for you

Yoo are me under different circumstances. "Graffiti". Somebody had written this in wet cement a while ago and it remains. The unfortunate spelling of 'you' tells me that whoever wrote this wasn't educated. Not by schools anyway. They'd have different talents (for example having the courage to write something in concrete next to a main road). Anyway this sentence got me thinking on the walk home from Nayeem's. What struck me was how true it is. For anyone. What happened that made us lucky enough to be able to walk for several kilometres for an hour and a half without encountering any trouble? Would I be able to survive if Perth was like Beirut or like Chennai? I would like to think that I could but I would be a completely different person. Art before crime? That philosophy wouldn't cut it to survive. I'd die, it would probably be creatively. Some sort of twisted real performance. But then what? The problem with viewing everything in life as a performance is that performances end. Is it depressing to believe that all of existence, the entire universe, will just be gone? Not if it is meant to. The last great act of the most amazing performance, the death of the universe. It is impossible to know what's out there; oblivion, eternity, an empty void. I think that's why we love movies, games and songs so much. They take us somewhere else. Somewhere safe. You can always rewind, load game, repeat. Is this such a bad thing? What makes "reality" so different that it is so important? It will end too, like anything else. How do we end know reality is real? (/matrix) I guess the only thing you can do is just live on until it does end. There is no possible way to prepare. No possible way to know. I guess giving up is just as pointless as continuing except it's less fun because there isn't anybody to tell you that we're in the pipe, five by five, that they aint no hollaback girl or that even with nougat you can have the perfect moment. Well. Camus wrote about 12561 books about this. I wrote a handful of lines. Now I can't be bothered continuing. I guess that's the real meaning of life.