Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, October 09, 2001

I read something yesterday, I can't remember where, about removing the World Trade Centre from movies, and not just upcoming movies, but recalling DVDs and such to take it out.

Because maybe, if we tell people it never existed, we can pretend that the USA, the pinnacle of Western civilisation, was never so vulnerable, was never so horribly and easily laid low.

Well said, Japan.

I'm trying to summon up some emotion, some opinion, some anything regarding the strikes on Afghanistan, but I can't. I honestly can't care. I can just watch, observe, take note. My brain refuses to deal with it. Maybe that's the most intelligent option, after all.

I saw a plover chasing a crow today. Tearing across the sky, the big black crow twice the size of its pursuer, but still running for all it was worth. The plover was screaming its head off.

I found this symbolic, anyway.

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