The Faux Pas Press #108: How to be Alone In a Crowded Room

The Faux Pas Press #108

How to be Alone in a Crowded Room

by Jason Fresh

You can't. Well, there is no one stopping you from living and eating your meals alone. Well, sometimes you just can't - you may think that you have solitude on lock down. I'd like to think that I live a life of relative obscurity and mystery. I accomplish this aim by keeping others from disturbing my peace. Now, I'm not going to spend a decade in my basement like the Doctor Anton Levay, but silence and stillness are requirements for any man choosing the Yogi Path, a sacred, twisting path into the coldness, into the Nothing. I try to run from America, but America finds me. I try to run from the Great and Abominable Church, but she pokes her little bitch head everywhere I turn. I have an inheritance. To be alone, one must not run into the wild like Alexander Supertramp - no, he will find his path sooner by accepting the gifts of those who have come before. He will find peace - less anger. He must simply learn to control his breath. Then, he will master his spirit, his past, his destiny, his thoughts, and his motherfucking life. So, sit with the gifts that you've received, pay homage to those from the Great and Abonimable Church (whichever bitch she may be) and just fucking breath. I would like to go off and never see you again; I won't. I will stay, America. I will stay and do your bidding. I will honor those around me. I am grateful for clean water, clean clothes, and a healthy body. No sense running from you any more - for you will surely find me - you're all-seeing eye.