the point
As I have read somewhere [wikiquote ?], long ago.
What you are saying would already have been said, what you are going to write would already have been written…. (or something to that effect)
In solidarity with all those me’s of the past, the nameless faceless me’s, I continue this persuit… writing this — trying to hack away at obscurity oblivion, though I may (ahh hope eternal) fail just like I did in the past, and just as propable as I failing in the future. A note hurriedly written, or a detailed journal — equally lost, equally forgotten.
Trying to leave my meames behind, oh vanity thy name is me.
This is to the me’s of the future…. let us keep the pretense that it all matters. For otherwise life would be just a waste of time.
Now that I speak about time… I hate the linearity of time the constant flow is so boring. As they say there is no information in the truly predictable, and time is the most predictable of all. I wish I could move all over time — that is what I like the most about fiction, the jarring jolts, in time — I wish I had a time machine.
