January 2nd, 2007
What we do with life is coping with being alive
What does it mean, “alone”? The things people do together, and the things that people do apart. If I were alone, would I be at home? If I were at home, would I hide it with some entertainment? In TV or computer, do we unthinkinbgly search for a way to speed the minutes until we can cast aside solitude? And when our heart tires of these things and needs sooner, is that the moment when money becomes a means to companionship?
Am I strange, for the gross inefficiency with which I wear my heart on my sleeve? The emptiness is a gunshot wound, and from it I weep unordered emotion, coughing up the frailities of man while wrapping the orifice with ten-thousand yen bills.
