People are apparitions.
What you see through the flickering windows in the subway are like frames from a million different spectacles put together into one silent moving picture.
Let me ask you, if we lose our memories, are we still ourselves?
We are made up of memories, remember?
But we lose so much of them and re-invent ourselves all the time that if all the past MEs and the past YOUs asked for their own place, they'd fill up a small city.
We are not who we were yesterday.
Can you imagine that tomorrow, you will disappear?
Friday, April 30, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Anonymity.
I don't like famous people.
I suppose a statement like that would have a lot of implications, but I didn't write that out of ill-founded envy or anything. It's just that..well, when people are high and up there, they tend to think they deserve to be there and forget old friends. Also, they miss out on people who really love them for who they are. I mean....I mean...I mean.
Consider the undiscovered genius who you meet as an acquaintance. You are introduced to the unconventional orientation of his thinking, and your perspective of the world is promptly altered. You discuss ideas, you change his mind, question his opinions...yada yada yada. People like that are human. And..well, for the normal, sub-elite citizen, a situation like this is as unlikely as, say...winning a book signing pass for Neil Gaiman's awarding ceremony, knocking him unconscious without anybody noticing, sneaking him out the back way, and engaging him in said conversation once he regains consciousness.
Which is why I think Grigory Perelman is awesome. (http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8585407.stm)
I'm probably setting myself up for poverty.
I suppose a statement like that would have a lot of implications, but I didn't write that out of ill-founded envy or anything. It's just that..well, when people are high and up there, they tend to think they deserve to be there and forget old friends. Also, they miss out on people who really love them for who they are. I mean....I mean...I mean.
Consider the undiscovered genius who you meet as an acquaintance. You are introduced to the unconventional orientation of his thinking, and your perspective of the world is promptly altered. You discuss ideas, you change his mind, question his opinions...yada yada yada. People like that are human. And..well, for the normal, sub-elite citizen, a situation like this is as unlikely as, say...winning a book signing pass for Neil Gaiman's awarding ceremony, knocking him unconscious without anybody noticing, sneaking him out the back way, and engaging him in said conversation once he regains consciousness.
Which is why I think Grigory Perelman is awesome. (http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/8585407.stm)
I'm probably setting myself up for poverty.
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