Archive for November, 2009

November 30, 2009

Seul…

It was half past three when i left the coffee shop, 2 hours passed unnoticed, a book in hand speaking of the counter-culture and the co-modification of it. Funny how the world seems to move in a seemingly inconstant rate. How at one time the world seems so slow and motions taking so long to finish, at another time the worlds seems to catch up speed of what it lost. And so here we are, in the accelerated version of slow motion, in the time-lapse video of life and everything contained in a single dense sphere. We are where we are and what we are thanks to the what we did and what we were, what theorist believe that identity is formed by experience and history either individually or collective. We change a lot, redefining ourselves from time to time, and probably I’ve said itĀ  before, but somehow in the end we lapse back to the yearning of our older selves. Something some people call peter pan syndrome, the envy for the lost boys, how they never age and act as simple and as plain as they should be, as should we. We are still the kid back in grade school, the naive boy that receives daily beatings either at home (the perils of little brother) or school.

So why did we stop? why did we stopĀ  pretending to be the cop or the robber, or the princess or the prince, or the over ambitious drag queen? We create our realities, our own identities, being who we are as we used to be… unfake…

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November 14, 2009

uuuhhh…

Cheap liquor, a headache to accompany the aftermath. At least the cold have left my bones… Dreamt of the same thing as before, a bus full of girls taking turns talking about themselves, all but one that takes the bus without a specific reason. What again are dreams? Fictitious creations of our minds or divine signs? We consume substances to ignite these chaotic fictitious images, escaping truth and reality… Or is this reality? Bobbing blurred vision and a hint of nausea. Heaven, pure bliss. Dim-sum. With a dash of vomit… Won’t get any better than this…