in the true spirit of the season, i have once again decided to change journals.

you may now find me here:

illiac

i was working at a gas station on the corner of a major road in the bronx yesterday and you should have seen the great mass of birds flying around as one, much like a swarm of bees in the cartoons. then they all came down at the same time for a perch on the telephone wire directly across from popeye's chicken.

i have not really been communicating with anyone lately. this is why i don't call anyone, reply to e-mails, send letters, or write journal entries. i feel a little like nothing i say is really very important or interesting to people anymore ( Read more... )

lately i have been experiencing little shifts in the way i look at things. it's something more akin to surrealism or magical fantasy more than anything else ( Read more... )

i am thinking about a good post to write, but i must first get my thoughts in order as to my ideas on the nature of existence, science fiction, the realm of the fantastic, and the cyclicality of history/the similarities in human societal history ( Read more... )

one thing i am ashamed of regarding my existence is that i have not lived a very brave life. professions of admiration/adoration/love were not made, chances were not taken, bricks were not put through the other guy's windshield. worry and anxiety can be major preoccupations with me. hesitation is a mortal foe. i really need to start taking it out ( Read more... )

last night, i was thinking about fellini's amarcord and a certain part stuck out in my mind. there is a scene where the fascists are having a big festival in the town at night. suddenly, all the lights go out and some music permeates the air in the streets. the fascists soon learn that the song is a violin version of "the internationale" and it is ( Read more... )

today, i was driving back to the office because my job in the bronx had finished early for the day. the traffic was moving smoothly on the grand central parkway, but by no means was i the only car on the road. i was in the middle lane, going by the american airlines terminal of laguardia airport, when i looked over to see a snow-white bird flying ( Read more... )

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i have been thinking more about identity, motives, sincerity, irony, and the like. and the following has been a sort of lightning rod for my thinking ( Read more... )