What desire is there for fantasy when destruction seeps into anything we create? So much pointless suffering just because we prefer imagining people's lives rather than trying to reach out to them...
Reminds me of a scene in the Stranger where Meursault spends the whole day watching people pass by, while chain-smoking...and those buildings look French to me.
We're just a couple of nighttime friends. And this is actually more a product of boredom than of inspiration. Nevertheless, we think it's pretty awesome.
2 comments:
eerily apt timing.
i wonder when altruism died.
...so it goes.
Reminds me of a scene in the Stranger where Meursault spends the whole day watching people pass by, while chain-smoking...and those buildings look French to me.
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