I didn't see any ants − 8 May, 2007
There have been worse nights, but this is happening now, and that tends to change memories into intangible illusions. Perhaps nothing ever happened.
This is the end of the semester. Many students are grilling their brains, and we are all invited to this party. Smell all the knowledge and the misery! Some people dance towards their classes while others stumble into them, hoping they won't vomit the incorrect answer.
I'm supposed to be part of this party, but I'm not there. My thoughts are in some other world, a world in which sleeping and standing up is difficult...and no one knows. How could I tell them? Why would I tell them? Catharsis is fiction. It's never helped.
I just want a damn solution, and I hope it doesn't involve becoming part of a cannibal tribe to take pictures with tourists (or possible meal).
This is the end of the semester. Many students are grilling their brains, and we are all invited to this party. Smell all the knowledge and the misery! Some people dance towards their classes while others stumble into them, hoping they won't vomit the incorrect answer.
I'm supposed to be part of this party, but I'm not there. My thoughts are in some other world, a world in which sleeping and standing up is difficult...and no one knows. How could I tell them? Why would I tell them? Catharsis is fiction. It's never helped.
I just want a damn solution, and I hope it doesn't involve becoming part of a cannibal tribe to take pictures with tourists (or possible meal).
Comments:
Rebeca (May 10, 2007. 09:50am)
I suppose that's further proof that I'm a figment of your imagination.
kga245 (July 23, 2007. 03:33pm)
I need another cup of coffee. Possibly two.