Sometimes when I listen to NIN, all I can think about is escaping. The days grow longer and more repetitive. Everything seems confused and out of sync. It makes me want to run away and not know.
But, that's the trick. To face the absurdity of our daily reality is to walk through and bear it's unending drone. To run away is to be a coward. To trudge through it is to be a soldier. To find the nuggets of gold in it is to be a seeker. I choose to be a seeker.