Friday, September 28, 2007
autonomy debunked.
It's been an exceedingly strange week - one that's filled with so much poignancy and regret for my friends around me, as well as for myself. I think about broken flowers, denied dreams, the mutation of longing into memory, heartbreaking disappointment, and underpinning them all is the paralysis enforced by circumstances, and then the anguish at one's inability to steer life in directions that you want it to go. Tonight, the distance of years and loss of shared experiences tug at the heart-strings, where each thought begins with the words I wish, which is, of course, foolishness in the extreme. How has wishing ever once solved anything? There is much that I feel, too wide a spectrum for my liking, and I shall bind them all to the word wistful, as if by doing so, I can quantify and reduce everything to that single word, and that shall be all that I feel. It seems to be working so far, witness the magical act of naming and the mind's power to manipulate! I think I'll try for indifference next time - not that it takes much effort or imagination to play dead.
she procrastinated @ 02:38 |
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