note to self: above all, Friendship.

What more can you want then ever-loving friends that are always there for you?

When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore
let me be the one you call
if you jump I'll break your fall
lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart, I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash, then crash and burn
- you're not alone.

Culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity.

A weekend full of inspiration, positive thoughts and hope for the future.
all because of sunlight and Creative Indulgence.

The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small.
The lure of it is immense.
We send starships. We fall in love.

What succour, what consolation is there in truth; compared to a story?
What you need are the plump comforts of a story.
The soothing, rocking safety of a lie.

..oh..the morbid introspection of the human race...

Of what secret lights are we made? Of what densities?

Inspired by an astonishingly intelligent friend and thus reminded of my own repressed passion for parole, parole, parole I began a fierce frenzy of devouring all elements of language in my vicinity.

With my head filled to the brim with new thoughts and countless images working their way to my inner core, I can finally relax, knowing I have found a way back to myself.
It does not take a lot to lose sight of what you hold most dear but it takes a supreme effort to retrace your steps.

after careful consideration and selection, here are three words of the day:

rapacious: given to seizing for the satisfaction of greed.

détente: relaxing of tension (between nations through negotiation).

lacerate: to cause deep emotional pain (or to be jagged).

Further, suggested readings include Siri Hustvedt, Hélène Cixous and, as always, Jeanette Winterson.

we're all portions for foxes.


New passion: origamiiiiiii.


He fumbles at your spirit
  As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
  He stuns you by degrees,
Prepares your brittle substance         
  For the ethereal blow,
By fainter hammers, further heard,
  Then nearer, then so slow
Your breath has time to straighten,
  Your brain to bubble cool,—         
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
  That scalps your naked soul.



the allure of a fantasy (OR, the man who disappeared)

Some stories seem like dreams when you tell them, years after.Interruptions in your normal life;
an unexpected lover, a sudden journey, words you never thought you’d hear.
Those were the moments most unlikely to happen, yet they did take place.
You are pretty sure they did…

And how come things that are slightly fuzzy on the edges, a little surreal;
how come they seem a little extra magical? Like reality, but on drugs.
Things are more colorful, emotions more intense, the passion abundant.

It’s not just the past. It is the unlikeliness of it all.
Why him and why me? Us, such a strange combination.
Yet there we were, matching t-shirts and picture perfect French affair.
I am identifying a dangerous pattern. It involves exotic men, European cities and my own recklessness.
Mix with caution, may be explosive.


Lampo! Tuono!

Resisti, non mi stanchi
mi conservi sempre dentro ai tuoi ricordi
e poi brilli, non ti spegni
ci graffiamo per non far guarire i segni
e sei pioggia fredda
sei come un temporale di emozioni che poi quando passa
Lampo, tuono, è passato così poco e son già solo

rationality is overrated

According to the rational policy model, if there are two opponents and they both know that the damage that the other can do through retaliation is greater than what they themselv can inflict, they will not make the first move.
Following the theory, the likelihood of any particular aggressive action taken is a combination of
a) the objectives of the agent; b) alternative actions; c)estimated consequences of each action; and d) an evaluation of those consequences.

So here we are. This is the cold war.
We are the US and Soviet Union, standing on each side of the line, staring each other down. Stubbornly.
Waiting for someone to take the first step. Scared to ask because the answer may not be what we want to hear.
The answer may lead to war. Raging war.

But who is who?
Who's got the missiles and what is at stake?
And where is Cuba in all this, I need an intermediary.

what's wrong with emotional capitalism

it's every man for himself
I know,
law of the jungle, survival of the fittest.

Hindsight is rarely useful in the present
it is the curse of knowing just enough
just a little too late.

/"wait for me I'm almost ready",
but he means "let go

But who can be blamed for looking out for himself?
Is selfishness a crime or a forgotten priority?
If you can grab more than you deserve,
should you not be allowed to keep it?
Finders keepers- losers weepers?

Hegel suggested that we enter in a partnership with our fellows
in such a way that we don't even consider it to be a partnership.
"To be with oneself in another".
Now there's no interest for such deep connection with somebody else.
It's instant pleasure or nothing.
Camus nailed it:
A simple sentence wil suffice for the modern man:
he fornicated and read the papers.

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