“Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.”
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15/10/2007 at 9:30 pm Permalink
Before I even read this, I saw your name come in bold under my google reader “updated” list and I smiled.
Because I love reading everything you write.
For real.
Even when you just quote a line from a movie, you quote the best lines possible.
15/10/2007 at 10:58 pm Permalink
you know its really funny that ive been thinking that for a good while now almost excalty. ah well.
16/10/2007 at 8:05 am Permalink
Hey…I smiled when I was at the top of this blog; and I laughed as I made my journey to the end of it…ur an interesting writer..by d way, d “madrid new york” thing, krazy kool, or as i wud say, if this was still ‘04 n i was back home, off d chain…
16/10/2007 at 9:25 pm Permalink
ditto to what brietta said, except for the google reader part, b/c i don’t have one. :)
16/10/2007 at 10:16 pm Permalink
*I got your email and am contemplating the most efficient way for me to be of assistance.
-N
17/10/2007 at 3:39 pm Permalink
Oh boy! You´re asking me to go down memory lane with something that would make sense in English… ha,ha,ha… let me think about it and I´ll get back to you soon!
love you!
18/10/2007 at 3:40 am Permalink
The one quote I have been thinking of lately is “Do you ever feel you’ve become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora’s Box of all the secret hateful parts — your arrogance, your spite, your condescension — has sprung open. Someone provokes you, and instead of just smiling and moving on, you zing them. Hello, it’s Mr. Nasty.” Or in my case, Mrs. Nasty…