Sunday, June 11, 2006
i know it sounds condescending to smile and tell myself: haven't we heard this all before. What's new? Nothing is. Nobody gives a damn about what i write, or what i think, or feel, or say and do. It is strangely arrogant to keep a blog, methinks. As if supply guarantees a demanding audience. i post all these photos, and for what? It is unlikely i post them for my own amusement; it is likely i gain amusement from the attention others pay to the photos, but it is very unlikely i post them for my own sake, and even more unlikely for me to peruse on my own time. Sometimes you come to a stop and you start to wonder what all these are for.
Yes, indeed, what are they for. And then i'm vindicated, and a tangy bitter anger surges that wants to tear it all down. Shred them into electronic pieces and dump them in the trash. Consider the word Hobby. A name invented for people who like to think themselves good at something. A euphemism. A farce. Hobbies my ass.
Blogs and Hobbies go together like.. like, see there i go again, thinking my eyeballs out for a catchy simile. Who gives a shit.
It's like this see, Wilde was forthright and brutally honest. Our thoughts are somebody else's, our lives a mimicry. The shadow of the shadow of the shadow of the life of the lamp that shone upon it.
and here i go again, more photos because i forgot to post this up yesterday. HAHA. sorry pok.
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