On This Day, Which Shall Not be Named

[coldjwplay]

It's a sort of cross between Halloween (as was) and Armistice Day in the feelings it stirs. On the one hand, terror and loathing; on the other, regret and sorrow. Terror of the darkness, alone and ever-so vulnerable; loathing of the monstrous grinning pairs, partying and happy. Regret for lost life, wasted and tragic; sorrow that the wastage goes

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[colesey]

This year, a friend and I joked about "Marxist V day," a competitive event when the internet's anti-capitalist (and single) commentariat would each try to outdo the rest in deriding this particular celebration. I saw some pretty egregious offenders, actually

[coldjwplay]

Shucks Rob, you sure know that flattery is the way to a boy's heart. *swoons*

"While it doesn't matter, it sort of does matter."
That was exactly what I was getting at, that frustrating neverwhere between coldly rational objectivity that points out that it doesn't matter and wild, emotional subjectivity that still knows that it does, regardless.

I am moving house soon - would you be interested in attending a house-warming?

[colesey]

Certainly!