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I only wanted to save the world for you because of you.
But you've gone away.
What do I do now? -
The mystery boy:
From my dream ( Read more... ) -
things
I wish I was more artistic. More visual. I wish I felt more, i wish I let myself feel more, I wish I could do something with those feelings, make them real and tangible. I wish I was an artist, a person with a distinct way of view the world, a person who sees reality and then sees a skewed, Alice-in-wonderland version of what it could be. Yes, I ( Read more... ) -
Shall we make Hubble 10^29 instead?
I should like to read live a story that will change the very edges of the world.
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Things to read and ponder:
Chomsky:
Manufacturing Consent
Failed States
The God Delusion.
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dream # a093f in fragments
We were in a class, a group of 6-not the trouble children but the troubled children? The weird ones, the outcasts, a Secret History-like setting. 4 girls, 2 boys? (My sister was there, periodically? Certainly not.) The thing was, I don't think we had a teacher. Or, at most, only intermittently.
What did we talk about?
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......I'm doing it again.
Dammit. -
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You're not the perfect person anymore. You're human. And I knew it all along.
So I can't bring myself to resent you in the same way. I just nod along.
What I actually think is besides the point. -
In media res:
Why are we so disdainful of the middle? Like gnats, we buzz about the corpse of endings and like moles we dig endlessly for the long lost beginnings. But the middle, the meat of life, the present and the now---this we discard like so much trash.
