Sunday, April 27, 2008


i still feel nothing...
so fucking ungrateful huh?!

I'm not the chosen one i guess.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

portrait of an artist after meal


The tragedy in his life already existed. To love an atmospheric spirit. That was the real sorrow. Hopelessness itself. Nowhere on the printed page, nowhere in the annals of man, would her name appear: no local habitation, no name. There are girls like that, he thought, and those you love most, the ones where there is no hope because it has eluded you at the very moment you close your hands around it.
— Chapter 14, A Scanner Darkly (1977) by Philip K. Dick

...and yes, this is about you...whoever you are.