Most people are other people.
Their thoughts are someone else's opinions,
their lives a mimicry,
their passions a quotation.
This is my 101st post. The blog is now a little more than a year old. Blogger has a new system. It is the end of another year. I see no reason why I shouldn't close it right now. It's the most opportune moment. But I guess me being me, still not able to give things up easily, still hanging on to teeny shreds of the past, I'll continue to hang on to this, one thing of mine that's endured time. I will not be posting regularly because it does not give me particular joy any longer. But once in a while i shall pop by and say hi. Say hi to my memories. Because they remain most dear to me.
Yours truly is back, from vacation, and from a one month blogging hiatus. Expressing my thoughts (as in my serious ones) on my blog is an idea that has ceased to appeal to me, simply because, in penning your thoughts, you give them a permanence, and open them to potential, dare i say it - praise, but more often than not, criticism, abuse and what not. the never ending, ever branching sources of influences and outlets are something i rather not contemplate and worry about. in a way, you can say, roland barthes has convinced me sufficiently that the author is indeed dead.
He had toed the line. No, to the more orthodox, he had overstepped, like an athlete false starting at his first race. Each moment of being was so intense to him these days, and he cherished them like never before, but ironically, this particular instance, this memory, came back swift and fast, and haunted him, almost, passionately. It stuck like an adhesive on his cerebrum, finding its way to the vault where he always, to his chagrin, thought was empty as an abyss but now, to his dismay, where he found the immaterial wisp they called his conscience.
He contemplates his day, one in which, he reckons, he has achieved the most in a long time.
what a lark! what a plunge! For so it had always seemed to him..
too bored. it's leading to obsession with my mac, my books and you.
i'm seriously broke. this is a reminder to myself that song owes me a fifty.