2021-11-13 | Lucius | Esoteric
"It is possible to go esoteric, a rabid protest of the weak minded, which shows up under srutiny, anyway," Lucius wheezed, smoke pushing out sideways from the corners of his mouth, "Most don't know anything."
"What are you talking about?", I laughed, knocking the ash off my cigarette in the flicker of the fire.
"It's true. They have no idea what is going on. They grab their loot in their comfy jobs, have a few of their old fashioneds at a fancy bar, and continue on as though they were the lords of worlds, but they are tuned in to the exoteric bullshit, the static distraction for soft marks. They don't know anything. They fuck reality like a marshmallow shoved into a parking meter."
"Yeah... well, I'll be your mirror."
"Right. Whatever," Lucius laughed,"Nico was an ad campaign."
"Don't bag on Nico, man!"
"I got a hard-on for reality, I do. Bring it."
"You are crazy, Lucius."