floating

2007/05/17

some thoughts on my readings

They thought us that behind every story there is a face, a new, real story which reflects itself in an imaginary world. What did he mean? Who was he? What gave him wings of a writer? They thought us to ask this, they thought us to wonder about this. But they never knew that there will come a time when none of this would matter; a time where a face would be just like all of the other faces. And in this brave new world we still think as if we would be born in Middle Ages; we still refuse to admit that it doesn’t matter which number it is. Let’s just shut our eyes and wonder about the story behind the story; never even consider the possibility we could be a modern Narcissus.
Normality narrowed its never broad boundaries; slowly, normality refuses any deviation and diversity.

posted by calamity @ 5/17/2007 02:30:00 pm

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