sadman @ 2005-05-03T12: 22:00
everyday feel like writing. Many. Little to tell. I keep in front of the screen, imagining kind of strange and unknown to me my mobile phone will be traveling. Fully
feeling annoyed by the void left by his loss, I should have taken more like a liberation.
I am disappointed that I chose, I chose a lot, and several have been a chain of elements or materials, so brief, constantly exposed to loss and wear, you take them irrational affection .. .
A portfolio.
A mobile phone.
A Casio digital watch.
few keys, tied to one or more keychains.
world objects that do not say nothing, do nothing, you know you're not them, but yet you can not avoid it, are part of you, you are part of them. They change and disappear, yeah. Just like people.
stupidly
And you feel sad when you discover that you forgot the portfolio, that portfolio that you bought at the flea market that day you were with that person, the same portfolio in which guards the entrance to this or that concert or that she had kept as a souvenir a subway ticket in any town, and at the end of the day you just feel worse with each memory, that do not know if you'll find it again, and that's when you remember all those messages that "you ordered" special, not a number, put aside the material and such ... and now, I feel sad because you lost the identity card and a pair of papers. Why? it is clear.
has gone out there for your life. It hurts or not, the only thing really unique in you is your ID number. You are special precisely because it is not, your greatness is to belong to this set totally imperfect and tangled feelings we call humanity.
You are your own. No big fuss. Love and feel regardless of whether it is material, human or animal. And both joy and sadness is not something that we direct to our liking, Magic is like a pendulum that suddenly begins to rotate around the least expected.
so I have no desire to write. I keep thinking about the phone. I want it back.
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