We are not what we remember of ourselves. We can undo only what others have already forgotten. Learn from your mistakes, so that one day you can repeat them precisely.

Trevor Goodchild

As talent fades (as emotionless as it came),
as words become absurd fragments or looping riddles,
as we all seem headless chickens panicking for some finance crack point,
as movies are the same for ages and reality is boldly different,
as we feel cold and sick at the 20 degree spring of Barcelona,
as the crows fly over your head in circles,
as a white triangle appears in the sky and recites the dream of three;
and you walk unaware of all of this at 8:55 in the morning heading to your executive office:

That is the announcement for death coming.

4:21 AM Insomnia Log:

Hell yeah!!!

"Mountaineering is for fun; it's not worth dying or leaving others there to die. Appropriate caution is the hallmark of the elite mountaineer – the mountain will always be there next year."

cuando me pregunto si la violencia existe
no pienso en nada en particular
y a veces
solo en medusas que se agitan en un acuario subterraneo
cuando el metro y sus cantautores
me taladran el pecho
soy medio
submarino
cuando me pregunto si la notoriedad
delata
a todas las fricciones por turnos
o la tornamesa quieta
cambia
mi entendimiento de las agujas

es hasta entonces
que la risa pide
-que se ponga de pie vuestra gran broma-

Out at the train tracks I dream of escape
But a song comes onto my iPod
And I realize it's getting late

I can't take the staring and the sympathy
And I don't like the questions,
"How do you feel?"
"How's it going in school?"
"Do you wanna talk about it?"

Way out, way out of here
Fade out,
Fade out, vanish

I'll try to forget you
And I know that I will
In a thousand years
Or maybe a week

I'll burn all your pictures
Cut out your face

The shutters are down and the curtains are closed
And I've covered my tracks
Disposed of the car

And I'll try to forget even your name
And the way that you look when you're sleeping,
And dreaming of this

Way out, way out of here
Fade out,
Fade out, vanish

Way Out Of Here - Porcupine Tree

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