I am wilfully ignorant of everything around me
and I don't want to live in a world where there's nothing to discover.
Where I won't need a shovel,
because I could just read a novel.
Buffoonery in the face of loneliness
and the conformist pettiness
of reality.
I don't want my brain to dry up.
I don't want to be numb.
Buffoonery in the face of loneliness
and the conformist pettiness
of reality.