nothing is new. ever.
I used to look at the world through a different window every single day
I would find all the little, individual, beautiful moments
and then I would smile
and let the moment pass through me
everything looks sort of 2D at the moment.

but hey. I wonder what the person across from me on the bus is thinking?
this will occupy my mind a lot more productively:

do you think the ideas and secret lives we project onto other people reflect our own crazy desires?
e.g. if I look at that man and imagine him to be a lonely 30-something who lives in his dead mother's house, has never had a serious relationship except with his two cats and is a closet gay with a fetish for cat-toys...does that mean I secretly think there is a slight possibility I will end up that way? OHNOES

or how about that little girl, with the red lollipop and impossibly long hair all scrunched into two big blue scrunchies. she is going to get pregnant at 16, drop out of high school and completely love her baby. her whole life will be devoted to that little bundle of babyfat.

this is getting ridiculous. I couldn't stop being cynical if I tried.
I'll read this back and be all "wow, am I that bitter? my god!"

I am listening to irony
and I still can't maintain the hating for very long
I'm too tired in my bones

I need to finish exams
and fall into some sort of joyful love
with books



I just rediscovered this photo
I found it ages ago...somewhere
and loved it.

now it's relevant.