Nov 12, 2008 22:40
“His life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty, white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would awake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little bit heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by mid afternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.”
Tschuss. That's goodbye in German. Dosvidanya. Russian. Who knows where I'll be next time I visit this tiny numerical spec in the grand scheme of the universal cyberspace. Maybe I'll be a better person worthy of my parents love, of aaron's affection. I can only hope, since I am certainly not worthy of much else.