For Aftermath-letes, obscenesters, pomosexuals, recovering techoholics and those looking for myopic clarity. “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.” "Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about." Myself : I suffer from culture envy, delusions of complexity. "Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops." If gift shops were pop-up ads, shopping for meaning.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
What is history, but a fable agreed upon
Handwriting, slowly becoming obsolete as human technology is going digital. I see homemade CDs, when a compilation still carried meaning, in between yearbooks and love letters. I long for the day I can set fire to these objects, and hope the memory follows. All there, among the Polaroids and to-do lists.
What a wasted life, sliding down a duller knife.
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