Monday, March 28, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Everything about this is beautifully beautiful. Love everything, the bathing suits, the dance, the little music, the instruments, everything. It makes me want summer. I'm gathering a few friends to impro and learn the dance making Hugo be the singer. HA.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Some old, some very old.
Within ourselves lies a drive, a force that only makes sense to us. It is that force, that drive that can make a person crazy. Crazy is only what you make of it. In the past, most people have been trained to think that crazy is a negative thing. But I repeat, crazy is only what you make of it. Crazy is a state of mind comprised of desire, anger, knowledge, courage, fear and devotion. Crazy makes a man and woman fall in love. Crazy makes musicians and artists talented. Crazy makes a dying man take his own life. Make what you will of this but I cannot believe I would be any better off “sane”. Therefore I am, and will remain, crazy.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved.