All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
Mood:
Tired
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
Pug? Simon? hell, Tanis even?
It's the insomnia. Plays with the mind.
After my 20 minutes of sleep this morning I could not get Kafka's Gregor out of my head. A character I felt nothing but disdain for, I kept picturing a man lying in bed with huge insectoid arms in place of his own. It was comical in it's borrowed imagery from "Nightmare on Elm Street", but I'm fairly certain it was only my drowsy brain's way of heading off any attempted deep philosophical thoughts. Unnecessary really. I haven't read Kafka in years and am much too sarcastic lately to get anywhere further than my own pessimism.
'I'm glad Gregor turned into a bug. Bastard.'
I couldn't read the news beyond the headlines today. There's something obscene happening to humankind. I have no answers so I don't feel inclined to whine. I pray the prayers of the faithless and know I am ignored. I don't mind; it is the act that gives me my salvation, not the words, not the Listener and not the answer.
I'm hungry for fantasy tonight. Unfortunately I've already packed my books, Raymond E. Feist or Tad Williams would have taken me far. Other realities when I don't have the energy or ability to handle my own.
I'll settle for online crib.
.dar.
soundtrack: Lisa Gerard - "Sacrifice"
After my 20 minutes of sleep this morning I could not get Kafka's Gregor out of my head. A character I felt nothing but disdain for, I kept picturing a man lying in bed with huge insectoid arms in place of his own. It was comical in it's borrowed imagery from "Nightmare on Elm Street", but I'm fairly certain it was only my drowsy brain's way of heading off any attempted deep philosophical thoughts. Unnecessary really. I haven't read Kafka in years and am much too sarcastic lately to get anywhere further than my own pessimism.
'I'm glad Gregor turned into a bug. Bastard.'
I couldn't read the news beyond the headlines today. There's something obscene happening to humankind. I have no answers so I don't feel inclined to whine. I pray the prayers of the faithless and know I am ignored. I don't mind; it is the act that gives me my salvation, not the words, not the Listener and not the answer.
I'm hungry for fantasy tonight. Unfortunately I've already packed my books, Raymond E. Feist or Tad Williams would have taken me far. Other realities when I don't have the energy or ability to handle my own.
I'll settle for online crib.
.dar.
soundtrack: Lisa Gerard - "Sacrifice"
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