Why do we cling? Security seems like it should be such a simple thing, but I'm not sure if it really exists.
I feel like I'm clinging, and yet at the same time barely hanging on...I think maybe I've been watching Apocalypse Now too much lately.
Clinging to a huge wheel, desperately clinging because if you fall off it will crush you.
I see crushed people all around me, the consequences of that turn of the wheel. Wizened, scrawny people with hard eyes and no hope, begging with a cardboard sign.
I'm going to try and stave it off as long as I can, but I'm horribly resigned to the idea that sooner or later I'll join them.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
The BC foot mystery continues
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/national/british-columbia/latest-foot-to-wash-up-in-bc-was-probably-male-shows-no-sign-of-trauma/article2148021/
There have now been 8 disembodied feet washed up on the shores of BC and Washington, the majority male, all still in trainers. They say there has been no sign of trauma, but really, doesn't anyone think this is a little odd?
There have now been 8 disembodied feet washed up on the shores of BC and Washington, the majority male, all still in trainers. They say there has been no sign of trauma, but really, doesn't anyone think this is a little odd?
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