Fear

I'm going out on a whim here, but this is how I interpreted The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

It's about the gossips, the unoriginal, the box, the drab, the same ole same ole. He sees this society where we worry about day to day things that don't matter. He sees the uniformity. The lack of adventure.

He wants to break free.

He wants to speak out.


But he's afraid.


Slowly, a random line sticks out. More and more: it becomes more frequent. It loses structure. He experiments.


He's afraid.


He returns to structure. He pokes at breaking it here and there. He goes back.


He's afraid.


A journey through life, afraid. He grows old. He follows the structure.



He dies.


It's the end.



~Scribbles