|01:59 am - here is a quote from my nano circa 2k2|
I am writing a play, did I tell you? It is a terribly sad thing. It concerns a certain man, of no life. He is a madman, if you must know; I am writing a play about a madman. His own affliction is that he believes nothing extraordinary about himself. He does not believe himself to be possessed of any great talent, he has never felt himself swept up in a tidal wave of invention and creation, and he certainly does not see himself occupying any great and crucial place in history. This man will never smile at the sheer spectacle of his life. He does nothing to astound himself, for he does not understand that every moment you are and do is nothing short of astounding. He has his fantasies, but he is not in them. He imagines himself with women, many women, but does not believe it happened. And so he wants. He dreams of greatness, but denies the existance of dreams. And so he yearns. It, my play, is nothing short of horribly sad and terribly tragic.
I call it He Don't Gotta Wear Shades.
np: Björk - Rarities and B-Sides - 07 - Satisfaction (feat. PJ Harvey)