the doldrums.: crap deleted

it is not Monday, November 22, 2004.

summarily.

the end.

do not go home (the grass is always greener).

culture.
knowledge.
humour.
nuance.
happy/sad.
dead cities.
fine cuisine.
schizophrenia^3.
brevity.
simplicity.
reality.

communication.

pay any attention
to that man
behind the curtain.

adbusters (always).
cryptonomicon.
the dark tower.

mindless computer silliness.
outraged liberal backlash.
excellent fake music.
silly little objects.

links to me.

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back anymore--the feeling that I could last forever,

outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love,

to vain effort--to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in a handful of dust,

the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires--

and expires, too soon, too soon--before life itself.

[joseph conrad]