"we are motionless"

information

Sometimes I feel like we're all buried so deep, hidden so well under the duress of social obligations that we forget to take the time to stop and truly look at one another. Or perhaps that's not quite it. Perhaps we do actually see the other person, but we never take the time to let their image sink in, to let them look at us, to a point that we're not actually seeing them at all.

Even still, what does it matter? Too much of life is lost in translation. In the end all we can do is rely on is our own form of information exchange. Truth becomes as subjective as the processing of colors.

You probably don't understand what I'm getting at. But you know what? That's okay.

Because you're not me and I don't expect you to be.

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18 February 2011 8:23:00 AM


"this time is ours"
"Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird," said May Kasahara. "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things."



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