Fragmented Reflections
Maybe worthless. Probably not.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Loneliness
The patterns of human thought and behaviour are so predictable, that it makes it hard to tolerate almost all human interactions. So in the end, my sisyphean search for authenticity turns me into a misanthrope.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Cruelty
Crushing a crab's chelipad with its own claw, is the grownup's macabre version of the playground-bully's "stop hitting yourself" routine.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Coherency
I don't think I can bare the elianation that accompanies the struggle for a coherent self.
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