a legion of nonentities

23/01/2009 - One Response

A legion of nonentities is multiplying the tables of a new mathematics based on the power of zero, generating a psychopathology from their shadows.

nature committed a crime against them

22/01/2009 - Leave a Response

Besides, certain things are meaningless.
After all the theorizing, all the chains of cause and effect, there’s a hard core of pointlessness.
That may be the only point we can find anywhere…

she needs help

21/01/2009 - Leave a Response

I’m helping to free Vanessa from herself.
The world had provoked her, and irrational acts were the only way to defuse its threat.

well, maybe…

20/01/2009 - Leave a Response

There´s genuine distress.
Many people are at their wits´end. They listen to Vanessa and Mark Savin and start to question their lives.
They see that schools are brain-washing  children into a kind of social docility, turning them into a class who will run the show for consumer capitalism.

revolutionaries

19/01/2009 - Leave a Response

Most revolutionaries in the last century had aspired to exactly this level of affluence and leisure, and it occurred to me that I’m seeing the emergence of a higher kind of boredom.

useless ideals

17/01/2009 - Leave a Response

Protests tapped all Vanessa’s high ideals, but meaningless devalued them, making her uneasily, aware that reality waited for us outside an already open door.

who is mark savin ?

16/01/2009 - Leave a Response

A quite fever burned in the mind of some brooding solitary, a candle of disaffection that threw ever-longer shadows.

sometime ago

16/01/2009 - Leave a Response

I saw a portrait of myself, taken in the Adler office only eighteen months earlier. Adjusting the rear-view mirror, I compared my drawn features and bruised forehead with the confident and fresh-faced figure looking back at me from the old picture. I seemed youthful and knowing, practiced patter almost visible on my lips.

i can’t reject

15/01/2009 - Leave a Response

I missed Vanessa, but she is beginning to slip into the past, part of a life that I can’t reject, a castle of obligations held together by the ivy of middle-class insecurity.

look at me

15/01/2009 - Leave a Response

Vanessa. I’m just as bad. Flying off from Berlin isn’t what I really want to do. It’s a substitute for resigning from the Adler. I haven’t the courage to do that. Adler is a safe haven, a glorified university department packed with ambitious neurotics.
Think of it – there are thirty senior psychologist cooped up together, and every one of them hated his father.

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