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This is a story. This is pure fiction. This is a test. ...but for you or for me? ~.~ On a sunshine filled day like today, I had all the time in the world for you. We lay on our backs in the grass, dancing silhouettes of the canopy above us, tiny little pockets of light escaping through, like sparkling diamonds another world away... In the light, in the noise of all that clarity, we never did communicate very well... ~.~

Monday, October 01, 2007

Only the impossible?

To talk about Love, my current philosophy is:

"Only the impossible is worth the effort." - The Powerbook, Jeanette Winterson.

So she asked: "What is impossible?" or perhaps it was "Why is it impossible?"

Today I read: "the discourse which makes people believe is the one that takes away what it urges them to believe in, or never deliver what it promises..." - Walking in the City, Michel de Certeau

That could be quite depressing....

Bugger. Where are my promised words? I thought I said not again...

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