me...

This morning was bright. As i laid extended across Dave's unfolded futon, i watched as small particles twirled in and out of my perception. Their essentially indeterminate, transitory motions reminded me much of people, and this entry i've been meaning to write since the Counting Crows post:

"We live as we dream -- alone," wrote Joseph Conrad, and that's enough individuality, identity, and self for me. No matter how we struggle and pretend to understand each other, and thereby each other's worlds, our perspective is ultimately as impenetrable to another person as our R.E.M. consciousness. Given this inescapable isolation, it seems a strange combination of morbid and futile to seek more delineation from other people. i hear you citing Self in defense of introspection, but your "identity" is a paradox of distinction by comparison. The study of others is illuminating insofar as we are the same. Besides, i'm not saying people shouldn't be different; i'm saying we already are.

i didn't win the poetry contest. i'm less devastated than i am broke.

posted by Arthur @ 6/16/2002 06:42:00 PM

Sunday, June 16, 2002