Wednesday, January 26, 2005

The End of Imagination

“put that gun away” “don’t bother correcting me on this” “please da, chillax” “Article 21 etc…” “the chair is square” “the light is falling” “too good!” “too fucking good!” “awesome stuff, dude” “you HAVE to do it” “arbit” “macha!” “Kathi Kalu Oghad” “Why?” “Why not?” “am I supposed to know this shit?” “Why?” “Why not?” “I can always look up this book” “That means nothing” “Life, the Universe and Everything” “Parallel KOB” “Stark Tremplin” “Howzzat!” “why?” “Why not?” “put that gun away” “please da, chillax” “That means nothing” “you HAVE to do it” “Why?” “Why not?” “arbit” “Howzzat!” “Parallel KOB” “arbit” “Article 21 etc…” “arbit” “Kathi Kalu Oghad” “arbit” “Stark Tremplin” “arbit” “Life, the Universe and Everything” “arbit” “arbit” “I can always look up this book” “arbit” “too fucking good!”“am I supposed to know this shit?” “arbit”

I looked at the fan. I was scared as usual! Get it?

posted by aandthirtyeights @ 10:29 PM 2 comments

The Point Being?

This is a conversation I had with a friend of mine a few days ago:

"I get freaked out by stars," I said.

"Why? They're my friends," she said.

"They're so far away, and you can still see them," I said, "makes you feel so irrelevant."

"That's good in a way, isn't it? Whatever you do has so little significance. Freedom!"

I laughed. "Creation overwhelms me. There's so much happening. What if you're missing the point?"

Both of us were quiet for a few seconds. And then she said, "Don't worry, you won't be the only one!"

"That's not the point of the fear, is it?" I asked.

No reply. We shifted to more mundane topics after that. Last night, I was sitting on the terrace alone, and I saw the stars again. This conversation suddenly came back to my mind. What if I've missed the point?

posted by aandthirtyeights @ 10:10 PM 2 comments