zera. the familiar string of letters appears
on the browser, hammered again for the umpteen time
by my fingers. no there are no new posts,
i turn away in disappointment.
months now i have oft repeated this.
i smile, remembering when i had admitted to my sneakiness:
rss feeds brought me up to date notifications.
aghast at my advantage you disabled it. [...]
in companion to Remember, this is the other poem which i so dearly and painfully treasured in earlier years. in many ways it is good that i had forgotten it and put it aside. would have been suitable today
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a [...]
“There is but one truly serious philosophical
problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether
life is or is not worth living amounts to answering
the fundamental question of philosophy.”
Albert Camus always had lots of such ideas.
http://jhender.ignisaqua.net/2004/08/21/cyanide-pill/
I flipped through this book Ignorance, by Milan Kundera, at the library.
there was a part about this guy, who procured a blue [...]
it just gets progressively more upsetting. that zeráfiel died like this.
the multitude of questions, unpleasant answers, and the sad looks on the girls of zerá’s life.
its friday, the third day. already. wednesday i was, was i in shock? i felt surprised. surprised that it happened that day, surprised that he appeared so well the day [...]
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no longer hold me by the hand,
Nor half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day,
You tell me of the future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or [...]