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10.24.06
Driving: I like the informal roads- the ones without lines. I find them so much more interesting to drive on. In addition, the ones without lines are generally the twisty back roads, where people cut corners, so lines would be ideal- but when they paint them, I feel so constricted. So constructed.
Talking to Katherine: I just mean, words, stepping outside a normal context, are so extremely intriguing- if you listen differently to them each time
10.25.06
I like lines. Horizontal lines, at the moment.
I have mono
Thought Process:
- My muscles hurt
- I cant feel my legs
- I must be a fish
10.29.06
I like grass. I miss warmth. I want the summer so badly.
Quote on TV: "You know those posters that say 'today is the first day of the rest of your life?' Well that is true with every day. Except the last day. That’s the day you die."
10.30.06
Part of my day today consisted of constructing a thunderstorm.
(Stream of conscious)
Sheer brilliance, to conceive, truly, the prospect of piecing together the bowels of roaring thunder. I cannot begin to manipulate the Earthly power, and raw ingenious, of nature… nor would I ever consider myself a worthy candidate to make such an attempt. Such an action, an attempt to replicate such brilliance, is a mockery of nature. In this sense, (though I don’t always believe) it is best to leave an understanding to a simple appreciation. I think humans go wrong to find truths in their achievements and conjectures- as if science is the only possible explanation for an unknown. There is no limit to what we do not conceive, and as such- science’s purpose can serve only to blind ourselves from other truths which can be equally as valid. A solution, in other words, is not limited to itself- it is a mere option of explanation. Our system of labeling things alludes to its positive identification. We call that a “tumor” and such forth. A “tumor” may only be part of what it truly is. Should we stop to seek the whole truth when we say we’ve found one solution, and risk not understanding anything nearly as much as we believe, and also risk living based on the idea that we are so advanced when really, we are so primitive?
And that’s just it. You think you can explain thunder. You cant. We cannot say we understand, in a manner without doubt, because there is no way to verify other explanations do not exist.
I miss random people from high school. The people I was not really friends with or close to, but familiar with. The people I did not like. The people I avoided, or thought to be of low moral value. It is this group of people that make up the group commonly referred to as “familiar faces”- and it is such a group of people, as this, that I miss.
Erika: “Ellen, you’re just full of philosophy today!”
Ellen: “full like some disgruntled Costco cereal box?”
10.31.06
Both of us, boarded up in our respective bedroom rooms.
11.01.06
- Astronomy. Simply: the up of outside.
- I think it is really funny when kids go out on Halloween dressed as objects. I saw a smore and a ketchup bottle last night. Oh, and a laundry basket. Amazing.
Driving: I like the informal roads- the ones without lines. I find them so much more interesting to drive on. In addition, the ones without lines are generally the twisty back roads, where people cut corners, so lines would be ideal- but when they paint them, I feel so constricted. So constructed.
Talking to Katherine: I just mean, words, stepping outside a normal context, are so extremely intriguing- if you listen differently to them each time
10.25.06
I like lines. Horizontal lines, at the moment.
I have mono
Thought Process:
- My muscles hurt
- I cant feel my legs
- I must be a fish
10.29.06
I like grass. I miss warmth. I want the summer so badly.
Quote on TV: "You know those posters that say 'today is the first day of the rest of your life?' Well that is true with every day. Except the last day. That’s the day you die."
10.30.06
Part of my day today consisted of constructing a thunderstorm.
(Stream of conscious)
Sheer brilliance, to conceive, truly, the prospect of piecing together the bowels of roaring thunder. I cannot begin to manipulate the Earthly power, and raw ingenious, of nature… nor would I ever consider myself a worthy candidate to make such an attempt. Such an action, an attempt to replicate such brilliance, is a mockery of nature. In this sense, (though I don’t always believe) it is best to leave an understanding to a simple appreciation. I think humans go wrong to find truths in their achievements and conjectures- as if science is the only possible explanation for an unknown. There is no limit to what we do not conceive, and as such- science’s purpose can serve only to blind ourselves from other truths which can be equally as valid. A solution, in other words, is not limited to itself- it is a mere option of explanation. Our system of labeling things alludes to its positive identification. We call that a “tumor” and such forth. A “tumor” may only be part of what it truly is. Should we stop to seek the whole truth when we say we’ve found one solution, and risk not understanding anything nearly as much as we believe, and also risk living based on the idea that we are so advanced when really, we are so primitive?
And that’s just it. You think you can explain thunder. You cant. We cannot say we understand, in a manner without doubt, because there is no way to verify other explanations do not exist.
I miss random people from high school. The people I was not really friends with or close to, but familiar with. The people I did not like. The people I avoided, or thought to be of low moral value. It is this group of people that make up the group commonly referred to as “familiar faces”- and it is such a group of people, as this, that I miss.
Erika: “Ellen, you’re just full of philosophy today!”
Ellen: “full like some disgruntled Costco cereal box?”
10.31.06
Both of us, boarded up in our respective bedroom rooms.
11.01.06
- Astronomy. Simply: the up of outside.
- I think it is really funny when kids go out on Halloween dressed as objects. I saw a smore and a ketchup bottle last night. Oh, and a laundry basket. Amazing.