Oh that little thing, that doesn't mean anything. The other one doesn't have a thing for it. The One must be up to something. Me ... the No One ... just making something out of nothing. Four years in the Social Network, I've seen too much publicity photos, opened can loads of worms, exhumed skeletons from immaculate closets, heard silent cursings, engulfed covert sarcasms, tasted unresolved perversions. We have created photo opportunities especially when there was none. Choreographed family portraits. Scripted timelines. Photoshopped profile pictures. Lied about civil status and states of mind. We made prozac out of Zuckerberg's. And made shrinks looked line cub scouts We got so good in it that we didn't see the emptiness, the sadness, the loneliness, the longing, the haunting, the fallacy, the broken plates, our pulverized selves.
This would have been a great invention, until we misused it, and once again, we failed as human beings.
"One of the keys to life: the fast forward. Every movie has its lousy parts. The trick is to fast forward through them. As time passes, you look back and say oh, that little thing, oh that. You fast forward to then right now, and you're over it." Ally McBe
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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