Saturday, December 18, 2004

hell really is other people. salut, jean paul.

what is it about the world that makes us so desperate to cling to others, and so desperate not to be clung to? in a perfect universe, we would be crystalline, in perfectly distanced linked structures, infinite in their variety and complexity. as it is, we’re some sort of primordial social ooze, flowing messily over and around each other. is it any wonder nobody wants that shit sticking to their shoes?

and yet we fear loneliness so much. what do we seem like, wandering frantically from the door to the lamp and back again, locking and unlocking the latch and flicking the light? we’re moths without the pretty wings.

what is the solution? cigarettes. a light in the darkness, a barrier and an invitation. got a light? puff of smoke in your face. get back. have a drag, pass it back and forth. closer. cough. and it’s out.

alcohol. at the bottom of a bottle, you can say anything. a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s … bullshit. just take another shot and it will all make sense. camaraderie. over in the morning. separated safely by the vast gulf of a hangover.

a computer. tag, you’re it. email/blog/messageboard/handle can’t get a handle on me, can you? logoff.

when is the day that i will look someone in the eye without wishing for dark glasses?


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