Monday, November 10, 2003

This is an exercise of putting away things. In designated grids of space and time. In subsuming order into chaos. Compartments, colours and Excel sheets. The appearance of reality in the transcendence of time.

How goes the Ph.D?
It goes...

Life?
Confused

Movies?
Beautiful

Self?
Unreliable

It is as convoluted as I choose it to be.
Pretend soldiers of warless times.