2004-11-20 - 1:01 a.m.

Eleven inexhaustable slightly sentinent beings, in a cloud of perpetual smoke and the keeness of stupidity. Donne was completely wrong: every man is an island, and it's every man for himself and for only himself. That means, betray those who betray you, maim those who maim you, defy those who defy you; an eye for an eye; buy the ticket, take the ride.

A turtle is dead
It doesn't matter to me,
Nor to the turtle.

Genius rises like heat from a hot summer strip of pavement, wavering relentlessly across your narrow scope of sight. You are, simultaneouly, the person who you've always wanted to be and the person who you've hoped that you would never become.

"How much she wanted it -- that people should look pleased as she came in..." (Virginia Woolfe, Mrs. Dalloway.)