Dear Prudence, won't u come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day? The sun is up, the sky is blue. It's beautiful and so are u. Dear Prudence, won't u come out and play?
Happiness is a myth that was created to make us buy things, quotes Shantaram. Apparently, Karla said so and I feel she was right. That alone throws a slice of my world into swirling chaos. "No happiness?!" says Heart. "What do i search for then? What am i supposed to tug the strings for then? Shite man. Am i just supposed to pump B-ve blood?"
"You're a fool," says Brain. "Happiness is some sort of satisfaction. Buy a couple of things, you know you want to. And when u make some more money, buy some more things. It's endless, I know. But what the hell, you like some of those things, don'tcha?"
"Fuck you both," says Consciousness. "There is nothing. Never was, never will be. Purposelessness has sunk in and it is here to stay. Understand more, leave this world aside. It is your only hope."
Aqueous is confused. Un"happy". Grumpy. Sad. Very confused. Aqueous wants to go swimming. Aqueous was water to surround her and block her ears. Aqueous wants gills so that she can stay under-water. Admire jellyfish and eels. Make friends with dolphins and sharks. Become a mermaid and surface mysteriously in uncanny places, to baffle humanfolk. Aqueous wants to understand underwater now.
Dear Prudence, open up your eyes. Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies. The wind is low and the birds will sing that you are part of everything. Dear fucking Prudence, won't u open up your eyes?
