my official position on cathedrals is one of hatred and disgust. one kid said he thought it was amazing people built them and went to so much trouble all for the glory of god when they were so poor. i don´t know what i think about that. (¿are they really for the glory of god? to me they seem more like symbols of power.) and they are invariably
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I was pondering earlier how I might decorate a house or modest dwelling, and quickly arrived at the conclusion that the task would be insurmountably difficult. I feel bloated with personal possessions, like my entire life can be reduced to one engulfing heap of putrid waste. And yet my desire for certain acquisitions is not fully extinguished, and I fear becoming buried in my own tawdry, consumerist filth. Some aspire to walls encrusted with Picasso's and plasma televisions; in truth I'd really like a room with little more than books, windows, a bed, clean sheets, and a warm body beside me. An unobtrusive print or two--of the Bougereau or Cassatt varieties--may adorn the walls, and some other sprinklings of life, e.g. photos, letters, mementos, are permitted. Otherwise, I much long for the splendor of open space.
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my mind is blank right so i don't know what to comment. i just want to let you know that i do read your entries.
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I didn't say hi because my ex was at the table though :(
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predictable.
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