21 May 2010

i think you're crazy

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My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb....
Ah, but why do I remember this? Why didn't I remain a child forever? Why didn't I die there, in one of those moments, preöccupied with the wiles of my schoolmates and the as-if-unexpected arrival of my schoolteachers?

Today I can't do this.... Today I have only reality, which I can't play with.... Poor little boy exiled in his manliness! Why did I have to grow up? Today, when I remember this, I feel nostalgia for other things besides all this. More in me than my past has died.


—transferred into cyberspace from a bit I tore from a magazine months ago
The cable guy came to fix my crazed intertubes connection... says they put a filter on my line because I'm not subscribed to the tv part and those filters wear out, start causing trouble. I told him that kind of filter is COMPLETELY unnecessary here because they couldn't PAY ME to watch their tv. He said his boss wouldn't let him do the sane thing.

I know. I know.
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4:35pm — It's hailing again. Arctic wind and hail.
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Watching a Philip K. Dick documentary....
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