Sunday, October 30, 2005
I worry about the world and what will happen to it; the rivers and forests are being destoyed, the land is polluted and our air is smogged out. I worry about the future of our children and grandchildren who inherit the earth and wonder if they will save it or keep destoying nature.
What will happen to our planet?
Will this planet die out and turn to a ball of fire?
Will the life on other planets continue and will they ever discover our planet?
Fuck all this and tell me what's happening tomorrow. Another bomb threat on the subways?
Just do the best you can with what you have and keep going.
It's all any of can do.
We each seek in the other a reflection of ourselves, to be seen through their eyes. Perhaps to reconfirm to our selves who we are, or how we want to be seen. Perhaps only to assuage our loneliness in knowledge of who the other is or who we see them to be in relation to ourselves. The other may be seen only as an extension of ourselves, or as undiscovered pieces of a puzzle or as a lost part of ourselves.