Lost in Nod
Meanwhile, it's friday again.
I haven't been sleepish this week, so I am drained like a tin fish. I'd like to rent a little anime today, but I simply do not have the energy. There is a bakery right down the street, maybe I'll drive down there, get something bready and sweet, find some sort of buyable pleasure. That seems to be what it takes. Life is without meaning; it, on it's own, offers nothing. Supposedly we are walking generators of meaning, spreading our myths in a copious, constant flow. Machines reverse manufacturing our creator and purpose, but...not today. As of 9a.m. there is little sound and no fury
not even that.
I'll probably rent Neo-Tokyo anyway.
I haven't been sleepish this week, so I am drained like a tin fish. I'd like to rent a little anime today, but I simply do not have the energy. There is a bakery right down the street, maybe I'll drive down there, get something bready and sweet, find some sort of buyable pleasure. That seems to be what it takes. Life is without meaning; it, on it's own, offers nothing. Supposedly we are walking generators of meaning, spreading our myths in a copious, constant flow. Machines reverse manufacturing our creator and purpose, but...not today. As of 9a.m. there is little sound and no fury
not even that.
I'll probably rent Neo-Tokyo anyway.
posted by Samwick @ 8:41 AM
1 Comments:
At 4:29 PM,
littlepage said…
I agree that we story our lives, but need a break now and then. Perhaps the story is - absence of meaning. I've felt that way for months now. At times I practice mindful breathing and it's okay, at other times their is an existential crisis in the bones at my lack. Anyway, I must say I truly love your ability to take everyday objects and bring them within the sphere of your existence (i.e., tin fish). You are a unique thinker.
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