Welche Uhrzeit haben wir?
I live alone in a one bedroom efficiency with a lot of pizaz! Work in the same place but feel like a different person in my new position. I’m spread out too thin in every aspect of my life. Sometimes I feel like I’m ass-ign everything cuz I want to do everything. I do a lot though, and who knew my half ass-ing would not only be enough but really good. I underestimated myself. I am really looking forward to NY. I am afraid I’ll have no reason to come back and am even tempted to buy a one way ticket and make a dream or two come true. I am convinced that if the world were to ever want to know all the answers just for a couple of hours they should all smoke a blunt simultaneously. Conversation between stoners is an untapped realm of consciousness. The only problem is that everyone would be too stoned to record anything.
I have sex and drink and dance and laugh and cry and fall in and out love a lot. The conversations don’t stop and when I’m not listening to them, I am reading them or feeling them in art. It can be dangerous to live life as if you have nothing to lose but it’s incredibly liberating. The only substantial long term effect that might result from this kind of instant gratification (besides the awesome memories) is a sense of beautiful, seemingly everlasting, satisfaction. I have a lot to lose but I pretend I have nothing when I want to be free. This pretension is tempting and alluring and scary. What is one worth if they don’t even have themselves to lose?
I feel like watching I <3 huckabees, if existential detectives found meaning in the lives of such characters then I should not only be meaningful but fucking important or at least on the same level of importance of the Simpson’s.
I will continue to lose sight of familiar shores in attempts to find new seas. Meanwhile I’ll take those with me whom remind me that many people are full of meaning because this handful of them they are so in my eyes.
I want the iphone, I want to master guitar hero. I do not want to miss even one episode of the L word this season. I get Goosebumps when I think of backpacking and Italy with Vane in Aug.
I have sex and drink and dance and laugh and cry and fall in and out love a lot. The conversations don’t stop and when I’m not listening to them, I am reading them or feeling them in art. It can be dangerous to live life as if you have nothing to lose but it’s incredibly liberating. The only substantial long term effect that might result from this kind of instant gratification (besides the awesome memories) is a sense of beautiful, seemingly everlasting, satisfaction. I have a lot to lose but I pretend I have nothing when I want to be free. This pretension is tempting and alluring and scary. What is one worth if they don’t even have themselves to lose?
I feel like watching I <3 huckabees, if existential detectives found meaning in the lives of such characters then I should not only be meaningful but fucking important or at least on the same level of importance of the Simpson’s.
I will continue to lose sight of familiar shores in attempts to find new seas. Meanwhile I’ll take those with me whom remind me that many people are full of meaning because this handful of them they are so in my eyes.
I want the iphone, I want to master guitar hero. I do not want to miss even one episode of the L word this season. I get Goosebumps when I think of backpacking and Italy with Vane in Aug.