Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Something is terribly terribly wrong when a person starts having nightmares about having to differentiate
doors
Like, I’m stuck and dying in some room/tunnel thing/dark unknown place and the only way i can get out is to
differentiate the doors. Where’s the sense in that?
and i CAN”T DIFFERENTIATE! I have the sinister feeling that something buried deep in the depths of my sub conscience is telling me that knowing how to differentiate is
a matter of life and death
Really, I wish we could all drop this charade; all this pretending that what we do matters, when truly, it
doesn’t I hate the way we live here, like so many little rats scurrying around in squishy little cages; the way everything we do is quantified and given
a numerical value , and what’s more, i think we’ve all learned to perceive ourselves and everything around us in
numerical values . So here we are, this society of numbers and little clockwork people, bemoaning things like
the lack of culture and
young people not knowing their roots .
I don’t think we have a soul. What we do have is a
system
City of new, bring forth sentinels who sing praises for the demolition of who we are – Luo qining,
scrapyard
Screw the big shot whoevers that decided it would be a good idea to tear down the national library – and yes, what was that about forging links with our past again?
Why on earth am i ranting about this now?
there’s never a wish, better than this
When you’ve only got 100 years to live…
At times like this, my only wish would be:
anywhere but here
ps: jamie! the titles for you!
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