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in the next life, i shall associate with only "well adjusted" humans.
Walking through the streets of Logroño listening to Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun.
I believe I am slipping. The other day, I ordered two cans of shaving cream. I had a choice of what TYPE, but unlike in formative years, I chose two of the same TYPE instead of one of each. Yes - slipping.
People don't want to read or watch things that describe and therefore make them "sad" about the human condition. They want to read or watch things that make them laugh about nothing in particular and therefore feel comfortable remaining in the human condition.
It occurs to me that many people do not choose the music they like themselves, or not wholly themselves. They let popular culture choose for them. I choose the music I listen to because it appeals to me deeply in an intellectual, visceral or atavistic manner.
It's possible and most likely common to despise humanity as a whole but hold in high esteem "being human".
The bookends to The Fen like gardens of solace and what goes inbetween the journey from one to the other.
And isn't music just what some bloke or another thought sounded good at one point then handed off to another and another and the most popular survived como survival of the fittist? I think it has something to do with it. We are the stray branches, the weed spouts that have ansia for something tangible but are cut from the "trunk".
What about the other side of the monster? Yes, in a Grendel sense, but on a less violent scale. The father who abandons the pregnant teen because he knows his life would be destroyed afterwards. Etc.
Humans generalize normality to their own bubbles and then question others' perception of normality. Thus begins conflict.
I had a strange, involved dream about Andrew. I don't recall the details, but it seemed to be a hybrid of time spent with him, mine and James's current project and the novel I'm reading.
Relationships are too fragie. People are too egoistic and stubborn to compromise. I cannot do it nor can she. The end is in sight once again
Christian ends up a desperate balding man with a panchita wife who orders him around like a toy kitten
The problem with Scandinavian teenagers is the death they haven't experienced yet.
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