L'Age Des Mervielles
my translation
(my magritte book's not with me and i forgot this baby):
The Age of Marvels
(doesn't take a genius...)
Ren� Magritte
L'Age Des Mervielles
my translation
(my magritte book's not with me and i forgot this baby):
The Age of Marvels
(doesn't take a genius...)
Ren� Magritte
(so, thoughts, eh?)
(well, in theory, at least.)
(Technically, what else would I be able to do? Vegitate, yes.
But somehow, thinking seems more appealing. Gets me in a bit
of trouble, too, sometimes. I love thinking, dreaming, that
sorta thing. Just I don't leave a lot of time for other
things which, due to society and such, are quite necessary.
I know if I owned the world, my society would be able to
get by, not knowing the chemical composition of the stuff
that makes diapers absorbant. Sure, if you were interested
in that, it would be encouraged. But if you wanted to write
a great work for all of posterity, rather than sit through
a lecture on pentane, that would be equally encouraged.)
My Utopia is really a pretty place.
If I ever find it, I'd be more than obliged to tell everyone to stop on by. Bring a bottle of soda, and you've got admission, as far as I'm concerned.
i think this is the point when i officially disregard grammar. it's not that critical, i keep telling myself, but somehow i always seem to be dotting my i's and crossing the t's. as a metaphor, maybe i would be better off if i did do that more often. but i'd be a lot more bored. if someone has the ability to determine the lesser of two evils, i'd love it if they told me.
earlier today, a boy died a mile or so from my house, driving home this morining to his home on spring break. i knew him-- my ma used to coach softball with him as her assistant. he was the nicest guy around. when i was a cashier, he'd always come through my line, and regardless of whether or not he'd been waiting forever to pay, he'd always be perfectly friendly and kind. my two best friends grew up with his sister. they're devestated.
he wasn't drunk. it was early this morning. so far i've heard conflicting things--it was either black ice or him falling asleep at the wheel. just to come home to his family. they're a big family. all close. his grandparents live at the house, and they moved from india a long while ago. i can't imagine what they're going through.
now time for the selfish application part.
guess what world, i'm mortal too.
that's the scarriest thing in the world. i haven't a sense
of true accomplishment yet. no landmark discoveries or brilliant
revelations have yet come forth from my head, and it doesn't seem
as if it's close. i'll die, and that's it. when you don't think
there's a magical world where you run off to when you die, it's
really scary. i'm just clinging onto the ride.
a couple of nights ago, we had our prom. i skipped it--went to a prom party afterwords instead. saved myself 200 dollars. but it was truly odd-- i had a vivid premonition about someone dying. seems so odd, but it's true. i do things like that all the time--i'm hoping everyone does. I think of something, completely out of the blue, and suddenly it is. wierd stuff--once i predicted a rolling stones music video (when the remade "rolling stone") and i nailed the death of itsak rabin. not like i obsess over any of those things, either. and i do it from day to day, as well. it scares the hell out of me. if anyone has ever experienced this at all, please, email me just to give me some sort of peace of mind. thanks.