the shrewdness of apes

we have to own up to being the culprit of this week's entry. this was part of some essay or another that never got finished. poignant existentialism or inveterate navel-gazing?

Sometimes life is just like an extremely long run-on sentence in the all-encompassing book of life where the further you get into it the more abstract and convoluted it seems what with all the subordinate clauses and participles and before you maybe even realize what’s going on you’re stuck in the middle of it with all these words swirling around you and though you’re aware that they mean something you start to lose focus and commence to wondering if you can even remember what this chapter is about let alone the entire book at this point and sure you can go back and re-read parts later to try to parse them out but if you didn’t figure them out at first then I’m not sure what makes you think that you’ll have any better luck the second time around especially when even if you do manage to clear a few things up that’s no guarantee that it’s going to be any easier to understand the parts coming up and anyway if you get too stuck on re-reading and you start to think that it’s all coming into focus you’re only going to be blindsided by the plot twist lurking a chapter or two away and really isn’t there some dirt under your fingernails that needs attention?