Posts Tagged ‘cannot write therefore i show’
Look.. I don’t do facebook conversation, I don’t do YM, I don’t blog. I hate bathing in comments from people I never met and I honestly don’t give shit if they appreciate my writing or not. This is basically why I deleted my HI5. I really dislike showing my face in my avatar. I don’t think it’s ever relevant for my mood. And it’s really so non important, it’s not my face I want people to notice. My last connections to this world are only necessary for to my work. And, even so, I actually think they could translate back offline. With phones, like ordinary phones and not cell phones, with typweritwers, handwritten letters – which, btw, you don’t need to send but give – and dates. I do dates, I used to do late phonecalls and write pages, but that was like hundreds of ages ago. Actually, I haven’t written a single page in two years I think which pretty much sucks, cause now not only I can’t give coherence to phrases anywhere else but here but I can’t write anymore. On paper, with pen. Literally. So before I eventually shut down all these, I will try and exercise again writing with my own hands, answering my phone (the one from my home, actually) and going out everywhere else I haven’t been. Same as I can live so well without television I’ll do just fine without the Internet. And not to mention radios, ancient ones, with ancient French music. Ta-dah. You do know where to find me.
*I had to write this in English since I havent practised that in years as well. Crappy Romanian language.
Petele noastre de pe memorie sunt ceva fulgerător şi îngrozitor. Ne revedem numai în lumina fadă de dimineaţă, când oglinda din baie nu vrea sa mintă iar braţele noastre nu se pot preface. Strada Ion Mincu cu frunze roşii din Octombrie. Ţi-am spus, eu acolo vreau să locuiesc. Să îmi îmbrac rochiile negre în fiecare zi pentru că îţi plac atât de mult şi să îmi închipui că pot, că vreau, totuşi, să te vreau. Să port două inele mari şi grele pe mâna asta sfrijită, şi atât.