Friday, September 23, 2011
Another Cellphone Dump, A Month And A Week Later
Forewarned is forearmed, and so I stay prepared for everything by expecting nothing – in a term longer than the next 6 hours. It’s tough for me to be a radical at this point. 1834 hours, 20 august 2011. “But how can one be warm alone?” – Joseph Heller We just developed these concepts because we ‘evolved’ into ‘societies’, or, self-supporting groups. [Yet all over the world, knowledge transfer takes place from older to younger…] One day isn’t enough. Make it everyday. Being contemporary humans, we are constrained to live our cosmically short lives out on earth. Damn! The upside-down smack-in tattoo flowers in Sanawar. I’d like to be burned off after all eligible organs have been utilized at the crematorium near SmartCube. SMBD: Explain the dart. It’s important for me to come to terms with myself if time has to pass. What shouldn’t be done is…unclear. I say rat-races should not be entered into. I must always uphold the ‘each to his own’ proverb. :P It is the notion of paying others for their physical labor that is responsible for the present extent of human proliferation. [t9 say, Prolifeicration] 1530 hours, 12th August ‘11. This is right after the previous. Message memory still not full. My azad pad memoirs... I’ve let so many things go, and yet so many remain… There is no way like the highway. I have had a ‘t’hing for ‘t’he le’t’’t’er ‘t’ for qui’t’e some ‘t’ime now. Two minutes in the metro and already I’m glad I’ve brought Trainspotting along. Let alone being a breeze-through I had erroneously presumed it to be, it is like learning a new language – dialect, at least, for the convenience of the structuralists. The unsaid lies behind the bite. The worst thing about unknown fuckers is that they bring other unknown fuckers. :P Mea culpa… The increasing money-value of life, example Dr Lal Pathlabs. A person is a naturally incomprehensible thing to try and figure out. I look at material things because they can’t stare back. 1100 hours, 17th August 2011. I have nothing to complain about, as I glance over the books I own. What’s in a name? Why so serious? Immortality, I think, has been achieved. This ties in neatly with my nothing-to-complain-about rant. The reason for the decimal system is our ten digits. If I die prematurely, remember Fateh Pal Singh Sidhu, Satya, and Vivek Gupta, and feel glad that at least I was alive longer than these excellent – but less fortunate than me – people. What the hell is a mixyz? t9… Yay…message memory full, with this stupid msg, designed to just avoid eye contact… Sight is obviously not an illusion or imaginary, else born-blind people would have a separate world. Similar for other senses, and the possibility of a shared experience emerges.