No, no quiero ceder. No quiero escuchar. No quiero entender.
No, no quiero tolerar. No quiero saber. No quiero intentar.
Hoy no quiero ser social, no quiero aparentar. No quiero conceder, ni quiero perder.
Hoy no hay razón.
Y esa debería ser suficiente.
I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant.
You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?"
I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know?