"My friends and I went to a second hand car-dealer today ( Read more... )

Yesterday had been defined by the unbearable lightness of the Ages (Reason, Enlightenment), and several teasers by Foucault, Baudrillard, Žižek. What with Ethics and the Body, Theory in the Time of Death, and Russian Formalism (ambitious, ambitious), it is neither surprising nor alarming that my inner stability (if it could be physically measured) ( Read more... )

And so the season ends with a little more than a joint misalignment, not quite the ending I'd have expected. I was there, surrounded by people whom I would fight (have fought) for, but I felt alone all the same. There was something about the trees that when I looked at it from far, against the canvas of pallid blue and grey, it made me desire for ( Read more... )

A blessed, beautiful relief ( Read more... )

Then he called out to me and I was afraid, I didn't know what to think, (it was more like I didn't wish to think of anything) and then he asked if I could, if I wanted to, and I couldn't steady myself I didn't know what to say or why I could not say anything but I tried my best to, (I couldn't say anything but) my eyes pleaded their way through and ( Read more... )

...If it's night or day ( Read more... )

The first day of school ended with an awkward "hello", Mel's goodbye squeeze and Becca's "Good luck, and boil your water." So it wasn't too bad after all, little things like these make me shake my head as I walked away into unfamiliarity, trying to conceal the slightest hint of a smile. I felt really stretched today, having only slept at 1, then 4 ( Read more... )

Utterly depressing, this is. Before I say anything, I think I'll have to start watching films like these, alone. The thing about this that I don't like, is that while I don't quite show it (and am quite good at it) I will take days to get over this. I remember my first time watching it, and for one week all I could think of when I closed my eyes ( Read more... )

If our past could be seen like scars on our skin, then I'm afraid most of us would not look appropriate for social contact. Or at least I think I would not be able to have enough skin to contain all my little infirmities. I imagine myself to be a decorated war hero, my history paraded like badges. And even if you wanted to disassociate yourself ( Read more... )

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, But he talks like a gentleman.
That's what he reminds me of, although strangely, he does have a hint of Jesus. It must be the curls and the technicoloured tunics for every occasion. But then that's as far as it goes of course. I usually don't enjoy his lessons because his ignorance bothers me, however, however. ( Read more... )