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Apr 29, 2008 18:00

I don't know why people love other people, why there are pillars and bonfires and bridges.

I feel this overwhelming desire to create something. I want to create something worthwhile, because words are so flimsy. How could I rest the rest of my life on something so shallow and transient?

I want to build a log cabin. Cabins are so tangible.

I want to capture images, but they are just as flimsy as words and art. I want to plan out my future, like a story board, but it would never work.

I just want to say something as meaningful as some of the things I hear, but it's so impossible.

At least now I feel the ribbons being pulled (The ribbons from Manca's hair)I have things to work for, something to look forward to. It feels so good to be the one doing something.

Rosa sent me something- it said: goodbye, this generation bores me.

All generations bore me. right now, for this second. It's just the product of an under rested mind. Everyone has to make some kind of meaningful decision sometime, right?
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