Double-Minded Double Dragon

Being a demi-madman, I suffer persecution fantasies which are not real when the veil is pulled. I just miss people, and the longer between check-ins, the more they plot against me, so the logic goes. Persecution logic is flawed.

And elsewhere on the strip of my inner mind is something like a brick building from the warehouse fight in Double Dragon in which oily injustice is screeched from the speaker of a chicken-headed boom box man. He shows up on this corner to wreck my resolve with poisonous half-facts about what people say and what they really mean. I walk away from him but miss the Spike Lee Joint David Lynch of his spectacle. Life can be so boring.

But some I leave behind. Some leave me behind. I know exactly why the former, and I cannot know exactly the latter. Trajectories in life. The quantum variations of choice. Conflicting strangeness. It is one of the most inane, thought-eating pieces of life best totally avoided, but it tasks me.

Maybe it cannot be concluded.