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4 September 2006 22:432006-09-04
It’s a day like any other. Waiting for contact. I alternate between feeling ridiculous, angry and bored. I scan the printouts. Nothing. I have nothing but time in a lonely paradise.
There comes a time in every life when a person realizes that ‘this’ could be it. You can be having a coffee on a street corner because you have an hour to kill. You’ve called a couple of friends but it’s three o clock in the afternoon on a Friday and your friends that you could call up at a moment’s notice all have day jobs. So you sit there by yourself. There’s a break in your digital life. Your laptop’s at home. The blackberry is silent. You can’t think of anyone else to call. You sit outside on the patio on the corner at a coffee shop watching the city’s biology go by.
There are smokers out there with you but it doesn’t bother you today. It’s like your life is a record on a turntable and someone just lifted the needle up. The record’s still turning but for now, there is silence. You feel unattached from everything you’ve built and are controlled by. The light reflects off of your sunglasses.
In the midst of the cars and colours, there’s a symmetry. You’ve heard of chaos theory and fractal geometry. All you really got out of it is that there is a pattern to nature. A mappable but totally unpredictable uniformity. Tree branches. The network of veins in your own body. No two fir trees are exactly alike but they’re all the same. It’s the same with the motion of rivers. That’s what you’re watching. A river of humanity walk in front of you.
You watch people not bump into each other. You wonder if it works the same with electrons and planets. Accidents happen but for the most part, particles and planets stay out of each other’s way.
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It’s a day like any other. Waiting for contact. I alternate between feeling ridiculous, angry and bored. I scan the printouts. Nothing. I have nothing but time in a lonely paradise.
There comes a time in every life when a person realizes that ‘this’ could be it. You can be having a coffee on a street corner because you have an hour to kill. You’ve called a couple of friends but it’s three o clock in the afternoon on a Friday and your friends that you could call up at a moment’s notice all have day jobs. So you sit there by yourself. There’s a break in your digital life. Your laptop’s at home. The blackberry is silent. You can’t think of anyone else to call. You sit outside on the patio on the corner at a coffee shop watching the city’s biology go by.
There are smokers out there with you but it doesn’t bother you today. It’s like your life is a record on a turntable and someone just lifted the needle up. The record’s still turning but for now, there is silence. You feel unattached from everything you’ve built and are controlled by. The light reflects off of your sunglasses.
In the midst of the cars and colours, there’s a symmetry. You’ve heard of chaos theory and fractal geometry. All you really got out of it is that there is a pattern to nature. A mappable but totally unpredictable uniformity. Tree branches. The network of veins in your own body. No two fir trees are exactly alike but they’re all the same. It’s the same with the motion of rivers. That’s what you’re watching. A river of humanity walk in front of you.
You watch people not bump into each other. You wonder if it works the same with electrons and planets. Accidents happen but for the most part, particles and planets stay out of each other’s way.
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