I don't want to be an ant, you know?
I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us.
"Stop." "Go." "Walk here." "Drive there."
All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner.
"Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?" "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?"
I dont want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I dont want to give that up.
I dont wanna be an ant, you know?
"You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex - A stranger with no door key, explaining that “I’m just visiting.” I am finally seeing well I was the one worth leaving. I was the one worth leaving"