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[_reticence]

We are all alerted to catastrophe. Nothing escapes notice. Sirens and lights and signs and reports alert us to sound of impending doom, the sound of passing away, the sound of raging fires. We do not know what fire sounds like; but we know the smell of doom. We are always alerted to catastrophe

Comments

[eleven_eleven]

no, we may not be infinite; but what we create is. i think you've done a marvelous job of making an indelible mark that even time would be unable to erase.

[_reticence]

Don't you ever feel like these digital things we create aren't real?

And then given three years of inactivity, our digital alter-egos would cease to be noticed,
our hit counters would slow,
and they would syphon more of our bandwidth to britneyspears.com?

It's this paranoia that makes me feel like I HAVE to print this stuff out. Visual and handwritten.

[eleven_eleven]

a lot of the things that i read in here, like what you have written for example, have made their marks on me. i understand your paranoia, but, speaking strictly for myself, i don't think i can forget what little things you've managed to teach me through these years.

a thought needs no hard copy to be passed from one person to another, like pollen merely needs to be transferred on the fur of bees for plants to be fertilized. it may be a zephyr, a blink in the eye of time, but once one idea is transferred, i don't think it can cease to be passed, even if we try.

[bennybunny]

Returning the compliment, I really enjoyed this.
It is hard to be sunny on LJ I find. Why is that, tell me. I am afraid if I lost that little bit of blood and guts I wouldn't want to write
which isn't to say I'm wonderful at it
but it is a great comfort
in relationships where I struggle to express.
I do not like to imagine that
as an arrid landscape. Would I be
here if I was happy. I hope so.
I want to reach a point where moods
are unable to alter the effigies on my
landscape, where my sacrifices and passions
are always the same in the knowledge
of the inevitable ebbs and flows.

[_reticence]

Sounds like you're striving for zen. I don't understand zen. I don't understand meditation.

It's not LJ that makes it hard to be sunny.
It's introspection that makes it hard to be sunny.

That's not to say that inside of you is a black hole...
just that it's a bit cloudy.

[bennybunny]

You're right of course. But the zen urge, like so many of my urges, prove ephmeral. I'm back, and I'm badder than ever. Helping grannies across the roads so I can sell them top ups on their mobiles. Seducing hapless girls with my poisoned apples in my orcharcd. I have a good feeling in my loins about the summer. Wish me luck. Send me some fresh pants if the post if you could, suburbia frightens me, I fear consequences and reprisals from my sanctimonious spring x

[aestheticlife]

you just emailed me and i tried to respond but it said you had privacy settings enabled. Here's my response:

"Hi there,

Yes, I remember her. Her name is Alaina burri-stone and her website is http://www.handmaid.org/

I don't remember her livejournal though.

Best,
Juliet"

[aestheticlife]

found her journal
http://satirical.livejournal.com/

[_reticence]

Thank you!!

[effascinate]

that first paragraph is so tragically true.