Walk of a Drunkard's Memory

It's a blur. Perhaps a lovely cold mist covers whatever that's left of the surface of the iceberg. I stroll on the water below me as if it were land, wondering whether sobriety was hidden under the ice rather than above the waters. They got it all wrong. Our current state of mind is illusory; the "unconscious" is where our minds should be most sober, isn't it? The world's an effing lie. Everyone wears masks like changing their underwear. Piss on it and even the mask winces. People are most pathetically diseased, really. You wear a mask to hide what seems real. If the surface of that which is underneath that pathetic piece of lousily painted wood is thoroughly fake since what's real is conveniently labelled "unconscious" - that it is "submerged" - why not just be who you really are instead of what you think you are? As if history hasn't enough theories on the concept of self! Unless, of course, that is more horrendous than which is already visible. Then again, who are we trying to fool? The beast that we so-called are in so-called waking is no nobler than that which is so-called within. So, there's nothing to think! Only reason why we think is because we're so obsessed about what's under the ice! But guess what? The answer is staring straight at us. Hah! The water is the mirror that dissects your insides and seals your outside in it by reflecting nothing; 'cause we are nothing anyway. We are painfully pathetic, you know? We pay people to inflict pain on us and to dissect us however they wished just to find out the original blue print of who we are, forgetting that there are mirrors even on the steel of a scalpel reflecting whatever it is our current state reveals. Maybe our eyes should be one-way mirrors; its reflective side facing within us so as to blind us from the lies of this world - which is as good as dead - revealing the truth of who we really are. Indeed, Freud's just an effing pervert. Everything else that followed, as well as even that which precedes, is perversion. Well, that's at least what I thought I remembered saying, doctor...