June 2009
6 posts
“I’ve always thought people write because they are not living properly.”
– Tom Stoppard
ok because this is the only space no one ever sees, i’m gonna spout rubbish and ignore my inhibitions about squiggly letters getting a life of their own. thats the thing really, my truest fear, barring snakes or that particular personalized coffin, is conflict with the knowledge of self. even orphidian worries are nothing that sends the chills downward. one’ll have to forage into...
Life is a remarkable gift.
education systems as bound by society
personal background, way of life as bound by family
milieu
chronology of reading + proportion ,importance
case studies in inter personal interaction
my failings
shocks
“Then, in that case, all the rest, all that I thought I thought and all that I felt I felt, all the rest before now, in fact.
“They are heard now far away, hoofs that shine amid the heavy night as gems, hurrying beyond the sleeping fields to what journey’s end—what heart? —bearing what tidings?” — Stephen Dedalus
“Welcome, O life, I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of...
To begin with, this case should never have come to trial.