things are slowly starting to fade in terms of importance..

nothing's really important anymore.. nothing really matters.. no hype nothing.. like the faded billboard of Dr TJ Eckleburg (The Great Gatsby).

thoughts i had at the start of the year are creeping back. and this time, the thought plays louder and more vividly.. i was really going to do it.. so i thought.. "And I resumed the struggle" (Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett).

we always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?

Although i'm not Didi, i agree with it. and i would have to admit i'm doing something of that sort. Staying home makes me think. So i go out.. being with people just stops you from it.

I'm like at the point where Vladimir is doing his mini-monologue (astride of a grave); realising the meaning of life... in his case, the Boy comes and sucks him back into his illusion that Godot will come... in my case.. the Boy's late. VERY late. Practically screaming for him to come but he's no where to be found.

ok i don't think my entry is very understandable. but all the better! haha!

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