Oct 18, 2009 17:49
"To the few who love me and whom I love -- to those who feel rather than to those who think -- to the dreamers and those who put faith in dreams as in the only realities ..."
these two kids. had slow lives, were responsible for nothing beyond eyelids. but had lives, made them their own. got used to looking at a large scale too long, overwhelming meaning with distance, though detached still cupped the world on calm lips, beauty beauty beauty in an unpronounced moment. did no drugs but sold whatever got a hold of. not able party goers. jerusalem, worked some honest days, scrapped and scraped without desperation.
no self esteem. didn't subscribe to it. and really that social confidence and
they would ask themselves how concerned do we have to be? should we be concerned about africa? do we need metrics, be concerned for the little countries or based on economic relations and effects on geopolitical stability. the end result of this analysis seemed inefectual.
they were not envious of ppl who just know and care and did not consider themselves rational actors. they made peace with their unimportance felt out of place with activists but still enjoyed them most of all. their warm friendly comforty whenever it happened even on the streets for a few minutes with a survery under the trees on a bench skimming then grinding on a petition. they were organized, j could be an organizer, z had bouts of tiny indecisive ness and an occasional snap of a mouth firecracker.