Which side of Paradise?

“The young pure well-dressed youth beside me in the gallery remind me of my own youth, and so make an unappetizing impression on me.” – Circa 1911(Kafka’s Diaries)

Do you reckon this could perhaps be our retort two decades down the road?

C for Cribs.
Not the hip, I-got-one-in-the-Village kind but the one where you rant and rave about nothing in particular. The morning is unusually monochromatic. Its beige and eggshells. Sometimes, people kill themselves over the lack of something gripping in their lives. I now understand those people because I am slowly morphing into those people.


~ by iconoplastic on May 11, 2006.

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