Ei tahagi mõelda, miks üks sõna, mida ma igapäevaselt kõige tihedamini mõtlen, on "äramõtlejäävait".

Kas see ongi minu viis end veel rohkem maailma suhtes tühistada - mitte omada vaatenurkasid, suhteid, kogemusi, mis tõeliselt loevad. Tee tööd. Sest tegelikult on maailma kontekstis on kõik tühine. Isegi kui mitte täielikult täita seda rolli, mis on sulle antud, teised hammasrattad liiguvad edasi ja ei saagi paigale jääda ja maailm ei jää nagunii seisma. As if.

Vastuseid ei ole, pole aega pikemalt seista ja mõelda, seega peangi enda mõistusegalopile jala/sõna ette panema, et edasi minna. Lihtsalt edasi kulgeda. Sest muud varianti ei ole. Aega ei ole. Või nii ma ütlen. Olevaitjateeniedasi.

Nii maine.

26ndal on Earth Hour. Ma olen tööl, sest lülitaks ikka terve osakonna välja ja ütleks, et mõistus on kodus, aga mina pole.

hinga ometi

ära unusta, et
hingamise peale tuleb
mõelda, niisama
ei juhtu ju midagi

You Should Date An Illiterate Girl

"Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you."


http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/dont-date-a-girl-who-reads/

Mulle meeldib, kui leiad sõnastatuna midagi, mida tead küll, aga ei tule mõttessegi kirja panna.