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The world is so much more vast than we could ever imagine.

Just because you didn't see something
Doesn't mean it didn't happen.
Anonymous on the great plains of sonder.
Sonder;
n.
The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own — populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness — an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows (2021) by John Koenig
There is a place that cannot be found
by those who search for it.
Something was left for us there
but how can we go to it?
To find a place that cannot be found
one must first be lost.


The arcane location
hidden deep by abstraction,
Lies out yonder in the streets.
On the horizon skyline, and beyond,
Illuminated in the half-light
of the setting sun.

With our quest set,
We venture forth.
The map is incomplete
so we'll wander north.
Intoxication is our compass,
Company is our key.

Adventure is a thing
that cannot be taught.
All else I daresay is
X marks the spot.
**** is a four-letter word that some eschew,
They claim vulgarity is it's sole use.
They move to hide human expression.
To stifle what can convey hate or love,
Apathy or effort, energy or exhaustion;
Teenage spirit.

To indulge in the discrimination
of such a widespread constituent of our vocabulary
is to incarcerate the most passionate of emotions within us.

So,
Let the subtle word soar.
**** is an axiom.
**** is our axiom.
Hence, **** your axioms;
We're gonna get ****** up.

When perception is refracted
laws and theories
become fractured.
We use it to our advantage.

Covet the strange days of adolescence.
On internet frequencies we chant: Hack the planet!
Our code runs deep. We are anonymous,
We are legion. We do not forgive,
We do not forget. Expect us.

We have names, not the ones you assigned us,
Ones we chose, names we earned.
Our handles, a signature.
1999
Are you going to judge me for my life?
Are you so insecure
my happiness brings you strife?
I said one day that
"sometimes I wish I could just express myself
without being judged or misinterpreted".
And later
you laughed at me for it.

I'm may not be as smart as you
but I'm happy when it's quiet.
I may not have the money you do
but I'm content most nights.
I could be so **** dangerous
but that wouldn't be right.
It's never enough for you,
I'll never give up; get a life.

If you knew what it was like
to face yourself and come out alive;
I would not have felt obliged to write this.
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