the doldrums.: ultimate

it is not Monday, January 05, 2009.

okay, one more thing to see.

misteranthropic.com

you should leave now. like, seriously.

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]

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