September 2009
5 posts
Seriously?! →
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in...
– William Butler Yeats - Sailing to Byzantium
Insignificance.
The harsh reality of living in a slow-motion, silent-movie rests within the moment before the storm. The calm where psychological displacement transports you from your own object and you remain pure subject. Objectively, you see passersbys resume their meaningless lives.
Disconnection pangs you as you gaze at the palm trees that despite the water pumping through their trunks, look less real...