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Plato 's Allegory Of The Cave Essay

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When you lose the person who matters most to you in this world, time alters. Time is no longer a linear progression of events. Time becomes a memory of another life. Ten years pass within a day, then you wake up and another decade has been added to the distance, an alien life form, a foreign place, another person inhabiting your body in the past, and, yet, the memories flood the goop of your brain, as if the single greatest loss of your life happened this morning. It’s all curved and bended and distorted, like an astronaut turning into spaghetti at the event horizon of some black hole right here on planet earth. Nobody will ever get it. Plato’s allegory of the cave: some dipshit escapes the shadowy cave and returns to tell the other dick holes about this great truth he’s learned, but they just stare at him, like he jerks off to potatoes. This is what it’s like. You’re alone, time becomes a fucking acid trip, and people become about as interesting as potted plants. As I sit on the roof deck of this Wall Street condominium in Manhattan years after my entire life had disappeared and become something unrecognizable, an indistinct memory floats down the back of my skull like an ephemeral spirit in the darkness of night. The night watchman in my building looks suspiciously through the glass door then waves when he sees me. I smile and casually wave back. The memory faintly grabs hold of me again. The screaming and laughing of children softly echoes from the distant past; the

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