My uni mate Barry wrote to me today and he referenced Derrida so casually I was charmed. I miss that. I miss someone throwing literary critics in my face and speaking about simulacra and simulacrum or the concept of the signifier or Bentham's Panopticon or why we still discuss April being the cruellest month.
In short, I miss my people. The ones for whom other things mattered. You know, like a concept, an idea, a line of poetry?
Here we're all about networking and presenting just the right surface - polish the surface ever so well, and you're still empty inside. Maybe even emptier considering all the vital energy you expended on all that polishing.
I've lost my voice. My throat decided to take a vacation (much to the relief of everyone around me)and the most I can manage is a whisper. A wispy whisper in your ear and I'm not really trying to be romantic at all.
I'm sick of surfaces.
Be they ever so glossy.
I need to get back to me.
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I can definitely relate.
All thr glossiness makes me wanna puke my guts out.
It's so... American Beauty-ish. Everything is so superficial
I know what you mean, Mum hasnt stopped going on about my external surface and its lack of polish since she got here.
John: Funny - I didn't realise that was what American Beauty was all about but now on thinking about it...yeah.
PTBD (otherwise known as my sister Jackie): Really? I would have thought you would have shut her up at the first word.
I hear you loud and clear! I'm clearing my assignments list so I can paint the rest of the month.
And now back to work...*grumble*
Grumble indeed. Even though it's already weekend here...which would be a reason to be cheery...
I know how you feel. I have always preferred diving to ice skating, but sometimes the ice is too think to penetrate.
Hahahahahaha Nessa - that took two reads to get...very funny!
That's easy, Jenn. You've made the decision. Now do it.
I am in advertising now. I am the devil.
Jackie: It's easy to say I made a decision. But come Monday morning, I'm back at the corporate sector with my business suit and fake smile pretending I care what they talk about. And that's how it's going to be until I quit my job.
HCG: Ooooooh, evil!
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