standing transfixed on forever. do you want me to think?
it seems like i've been invested with a certain ammount of power lately. this feeling is immutable, and unfocused giving it the air of mystery as to it's origins/effects.
this is simply too abstract.
it was the usual haze of tangled arms, smoking, beverages, and more human interaction than on average. do i like this feeling? is it enjoyable to be swept up in this cloudlike [or, almost, indefinable] series of events in a full rotation of the earth?
one hundred years of solitude is going well. i enjoy the story of the buendias very much...it's wonderful, really, the poetics of the prose, mystical yet believable occurances, life and people driven forward to their inevitable destinies, etc.
as i look at the veins on my hand in the porcelain glow of the computer screen, my last thoughts are of having brunch tomorrow with nate, and of course, writing this.
this is simply too abstract.
it was the usual haze of tangled arms, smoking, beverages, and more human interaction than on average. do i like this feeling? is it enjoyable to be swept up in this cloudlike [or, almost, indefinable] series of events in a full rotation of the earth?
one hundred years of solitude is going well. i enjoy the story of the buendias very much...it's wonderful, really, the poetics of the prose, mystical yet believable occurances, life and people driven forward to their inevitable destinies, etc.
as i look at the veins on my hand in the porcelain glow of the computer screen, my last thoughts are of having brunch tomorrow with nate, and of course, writing this.