Outrun The Sun
Unsung is playing in my car right now. I'm blasting across the highway at nitro+ speeds. I've heard that there's a theoretical limit that you can hit while travelling in sublight speeds where it feels as though you're floating. As you approach c, the speed of light, you lose mass and translate it directly into energy.
I'm not travelling that fast, but I'm getting there.
A truck cuts me off. Big fat semi tractor trailer. It doesn't care about my mathematical epiphany; it just wants me reduced to zero. Al-sifr; nothing.
In binary, you can either be one or zero. It says a lot about the times we live in; how the line between having it all and having nothing at all is so thin, so bare. How the penalty for failure is absolute; how your existence in this life may be chalked up to "might as well not have been".
Fuck it. Penalties like that make life worth living. I crank up the dinosaurs in the tank and have them give a shrill scream into my engine and take off like a Saturn V rocket.
Hurtling through meatspace, I can feel it all slip away. Feel everything slip away. All the cares, all the tension, all the stress, everything. All that's left is the eternal race between me and the sun.
Can I outrun you? Can I escape your touch? Is there somewhere that I outrun all that you survey and find a life for myself?
I try. I try each and every day, and everyday we race. We live for it, for this thrill, for this neverending cycle. It's our game, just the Sun and I. Me and Apollo...we're buddies in battle. That's how we live.
Unsung is playing in my car right now. I'm blasting across the highway at nitro+ speeds. I've heard that there's a theoretical limit that you can hit while travelling in sublight speeds where it feels as though you're floating. As you approach c, the speed of light, you lose mass and translate it directly into energy.
I'm not travelling that fast, but I'm getting there.
A truck cuts me off. Big fat semi tractor trailer. It doesn't care about my mathematical epiphany; it just wants me reduced to zero. Al-sifr; nothing.
In binary, you can either be one or zero. It says a lot about the times we live in; how the line between having it all and having nothing at all is so thin, so bare. How the penalty for failure is absolute; how your existence in this life may be chalked up to "might as well not have been".
Fuck it. Penalties like that make life worth living. I crank up the dinosaurs in the tank and have them give a shrill scream into my engine and take off like a Saturn V rocket.
Hurtling through meatspace, I can feel it all slip away. Feel everything slip away. All the cares, all the tension, all the stress, everything. All that's left is the eternal race between me and the sun.
Can I outrun you? Can I escape your touch? Is there somewhere that I outrun all that you survey and find a life for myself?
I try. I try each and every day, and everyday we race. We live for it, for this thrill, for this neverending cycle. It's our game, just the Sun and I. Me and Apollo...we're buddies in battle. That's how we live.