There’s a frustration to his expression. He reaches and reaches for the right words to express the meaning behind his thoughts, but seems the message lost too easily in the endless words he seeks to communicate it. He wonders if there is a language that can accurately express what he wants, why it is that thoughts can’t be said as easily as they can be created. It’s a barrier to finding his place in the world, to finding those who understand him and those he can understand. ...
Some of you may have seen this email before; supposedly, it’s got the wisdom of the Dalai Lama in it & what-not, and part of it is organising a list of animals “by your preference”. If you’ve ever been asked a question which is more random or left-field than that, let me know. The idea is that these animals reflect your priorities in life. Somehow. Let’s go through this list. If you don’t want to be spoilt for when this email pops in your inbox, look away now. ...
Occasionally, you’ll run into people who look like someone else you know, but it passes in a moment as they turn their head, or you do a double-take and realise they actually look nothing like your friend, you’re just projecting and you probably need to get a tad more sleep. On the other hand, some days you’ll be sitting on the train/in the park/in a restaurant, and you keep looking at this stranger who’s stolen the face, body, hair, actions, etc., of your friend. (That or it actually is your friend, and they’re ignoring you, and you’re probably not in their definition of a friend.) If you look closely enough though, you’ll realise this evil twin has something subtly different about them, but you can’t shake the feeling… ...
If there was ever evidence of the Devil’s hand in the affairs of men, it would be the little white beast which has perverted society to the point where people carry it around with them willingly, its tender white tendrils enwrapping the masses drawn in by the oh-so-innocent promise of joy, even as those around acknowledge how short lived that joy would be. Anything else that makes this many people this anti-social would have been legislated to the _n_th degree, as concerned parents and civil libertarians alike argued about the harm to society in the long term. ...
Forever young, forever young… I wanna be forever young Do you really wanna live forever? Forever… forever… Gah! I’ve had this song in my head for nearly 3 days straight now. Youth is like diamonds in the summer sun; diamonds are forever so many adventures couldn’t happen today so many songs we forgot to play so many dreams swinging out of the blue left to come true Not that it’s such a bad song, but it’s just stuck. ...