Thursday, May 19, 2005
Tonight I will write...an ode to satisaction...a paean to temporary utopia...a preamble to permanent dystopia...'tis true...in the words of Ethan Hawke in what will soon be an eminently forgettable movie, 'I am engineered to be slightly dissatisfied with everything around me'...and not that tonight I am completely satisfied. 'Tis more like I am wearing a permanent shrug, who cares, how does it matter and can I bloody keep what I have? And what do I have? Books, words, friends, family and sight...and yes, it is one of those times when I am tempted to call my own bluff...tonight I can write and tomorrow I will wake up...but till then, raise the glass for tonight is a rare sight.