What sort of different perspectives that are based upon the brittle beliefs that people won’t under any circumstance give in to nor give up? The background of a framework that serves as an iron illusion of the many providing being the basis of any stability for the solitary individual. Fantasies being the weak point in any psyche. Maybe conversation and the conservation of so many personal observations are useless? A test of the personality might be enduring being diminished to the point of being a non-entity and becoming indifferent about that fact. Funerals are a final undisputed form of fact that attempt to lead to only one conclusion. Conversation being a haze over shifting the facts towards that ‘right’ conclusion. The hyperbole after . . . ? Scenarios boiling down to a specific sets of all too familiar shady gambits knowable in almost any cult. Facts being in plain view but too arcane in meaning to be properly understood in that same conventional sense of the common every day. And when you are young you don’t know anything even though it is right under your nose. Then towards the end it all becomes clear. So stultifyingly clear that it brings tears to your eyes. That unbearable tension within your physical embodiment that never lets up! You better sentiments finally found to be grievously flawed and essentially phony. Leaving you with only the fact of your own existential emptiness as possible truth. The impression of light always being manifest at the end of the tunnel in the sewer’s impenetrable maze. But always out of reach. Laughable ironies given too theatrical to accept, but fully in line with the conglomerate of your longstanding subliminal fears.
“Link! oder Rechts?” Symbol or metaphor. Either one offering no manner of escape from your own impressions of this inflexible choking constant realty that you built up over the course you dutifully followed over your lifetime. Something that you say you will change, but know that you won’t ever give up on. That inevitable inner frustration in seeing that the other darker indifferent side of yourself would never think twice about violating all; with nothing more to offer your temerous conscience beyond exercising dry wit to be liked. Your fate and your own predetermined destiny. But unlike the cinematic scenario no ability to walk back down that long lane from the cemetery into the light with any hope of retrieving any former innocence.