Idling on neutral, over dinner, they spoke about how surprisingly green the city was, burning a pirated version of the omkara soundtrack, HR rules in software behemoths, café coffee day vs barista, the sex and the city storyline, when the rain had started, whether it had really flooded or not, the meaning of the word ‘eschatological‘… while their hope of salvation, their dream, their glue, their potential future, their reason why: their 3-month-old baby, lay on the table in between them: motionless, asphyxiated, dead: reduced to meat.
gosmoking
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
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Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two months together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost Divine in its infinity. :: Bayard Ruskin, The True and Beautiful--The Sky
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Irrelevant. Default option. Spare. Won't be missed. Taken for granted. The one not in the plan. A silent part of the pack. The non-consequential card. The wall flower. Immaterial.
The first kick of the day
I exhale, the tobacco courses thru the blood: a surge of adrenalin: the head swims, steps stagger, eyelids close, trying to regain control. Then the need to be on top ceases: I give in to the reeling : enjoy the rush : the world dissolves. I smile and want more.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
from 'if you meet the buddha on the road, kill him' : sheldon b. kopp
love is more than simply being open to experiencing the anguish of another person's suffering. it is the willingness to live with the helpless knowing that we can do nothing to save the other from his pain.