Ok.
So.
Alone.
I wonder about alone.
Are we always alone?
Are we never alone?
It's a common idea that, as Gang of Four said, "We live as we dream, alone".
How alone are we?
Are we, as I have believed for a long time, each ultimately alone in our experience of the universe?
Is connection, psychic, emotional, or otherwise, simply an illusion?
I was trying to get my 14 month old son to take a nap this afternoon, and as he was sort of spacing out watching the curtains move with the breeze, not stirring himself, eyes roaming, blinking every now and then, I myself was fighting sleep.
Why was I fighting it?
Because I didn't want him to be alone.
He would have been perfectly safe.
He wasn't even aware of me really.
But I wanted to keep him company somehow.
I know everyone would understand that.
But why did I think of it that way, especially when I've always tended toward the sort of stoic "we are all truly, infinitely alone" take on existence?
I don't understand quantum mechanics/physics, but I know enough to know that we all might be connected (along with everything else in the universe) in some inscrutable manner.
How alone or connected are we?
I don't know.
But I wonder a lot.
Oh, we never fell asleep.
Albert Brooks in Modern Romance: "Alone is a pretty good place to be."
People in Brooklyn are very upset today because someone painted their brownstone pink.
What is this, the suburbs?
One guy said it was "insensitive to others in the community".
This is in a very wealthy neighborhood (Park Slope) and I guess a bunch of uptight rich folks live there.
They interviewed a little girl on the news...
So.
Alone.
I wonder about alone.
Are we always alone?
Are we never alone?
It's a common idea that, as Gang of Four said, "We live as we dream, alone".
How alone are we?
Are we, as I have believed for a long time, each ultimately alone in our experience of the universe?
Is connection, psychic, emotional, or otherwise, simply an illusion?
I was trying to get my 14 month old son to take a nap this afternoon, and as he was sort of spacing out watching the curtains move with the breeze, not stirring himself, eyes roaming, blinking every now and then, I myself was fighting sleep.
Why was I fighting it?
Because I didn't want him to be alone.
He would have been perfectly safe.
He wasn't even aware of me really.
But I wanted to keep him company somehow.
I know everyone would understand that.
But why did I think of it that way, especially when I've always tended toward the sort of stoic "we are all truly, infinitely alone" take on existence?
I don't understand quantum mechanics/physics, but I know enough to know that we all might be connected (along with everything else in the universe) in some inscrutable manner.
How alone or connected are we?
I don't know.
But I wonder a lot.
Oh, we never fell asleep.
Albert Brooks in Modern Romance: "Alone is a pretty good place to be."
People in Brooklyn are very upset today because someone painted their brownstone pink.
What is this, the suburbs?
One guy said it was "insensitive to others in the community".
This is in a very wealthy neighborhood (Park Slope) and I guess a bunch of uptight rich folks live there.
They interviewed a little girl on the news...
Girl: "I like it."
Newswoman: "Why?"
Girl: "Cause it's pink."
It seems that a lot of my friends on this site have (for the most part!) written some really great stuff recently.
Is it because it's Autumn and our minds have cleared and we're all unconsciously yearning to go back to school?
I'm trying to make more friends so you all don't have to chip in as much for my wishlist item.
It's down to $18.65 each!
JUST WONDERIN:
1) When was the last time you cried?
2) Was it in public?
3) Have you ever driven drunk?
4) If you had to pick only one tv network to watch, which would it be (and don't give me any crap about how you don't watch tv, liar!)?
5) Have you ever sucked anyone's toe?
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Your old city is doing well. It says that it misses you.
Maybe we need to exchange addresses again?