thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] [life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. [shakespeare]


July 23, 2007

the one.

it might seem that i'm talking to someone in a great deal of my postings here, which is true. the posts are, indeed, directed to someone. not to the same one all the time - in fact, i've spoken (assuming that to spoke can be understoon under a one-way-only perspective) to mny people in these lines. to friends and to enemies, to aquaintances and to people who have long forsaken the friendship i gave them. so you see, it's never quite the same one.

now if you ask me if those ones read these lines and understand what i mean, well, i don't know, i have no fucking idea, but i guess no, they don't. most of them, at least. it might seem useless to write things for people who do never read them, but it actually works wonders for me.

8:50 PM

 

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