Newsflash, I haven’t updated this in ages. You’re probably not even reading this. Not even you, lone soul, who wanders aimlessly through the sickened word. Not even my pompous adjectives can retain your interest. We’re busy, we’re always busy. Libraries are exploding. I stand before a shelf and feel like a midget, or a dwarf, or however I should refer to feeling tiny.
The problem with writing is that the reader expects a full novel and not just an idea. All the work is left to the author. Maybe it is up to the lazy author to inaugurate some new form of interactive novel, where the addition of some characters and scenes are “left as exercise to the reader”. That probably wouldn’t go very far though. Can’t blame ‘em.
This glowing rectangle has kept me up at night, again. Did I mention I considerably reduced my usage of it for about two months? Yes, I did. Why am I not sleeping? It’s only 10 PM, I tell myself. What’s so attractive about this thing? It doesn’t even contain the truths of the universe.
Atypical eye colours are viewed as blessings, but atypical skin colours don’t grant you many benefits in society. I’m not here to make a commentary on our prejudices though. Not today.
About paragraphs that drop from heaven, I encountered one of them today. Which made me think of how a student should have the capability of grading a teacher. We should have citizen grades. “You are a B- citizen”. That’s not so good. You didn’t put your trash in the right recycling can.
We would form a grade-based meritocracy. Which wouldn’t work because of the constant observation. What would you do if you were invisible? I, for one, would go mad.
I wonder if God hears my monologues, usually made at 3 AM lying awake trying desperately to sleep. When will technology bring a “press here to sleep” button? It’s already possible, we just have to make it happen.
Oh yes, I am God, but I don’t think I am. I mean, if I were, I wouldn’t have forgotten about it. People like laughing. Maybe my voice is funny. I don’t think God’s voice is funny. That would be laughable. Life is just one big joke, God’s voice is funny. Finish your meal before you run out of time.
The problem with jokes is that I forget them. I’m not sure why. I can remember songs but not jokes. Maybe if we had albums of jokes, it would be easier. We should have a council for useless problems. We would meet weekly to decide what to do about jokes and how they’re easy to forget, among other problems of daily life. Like how to squeeze that last inch of tooth paste because you’re too lazy to get some new one.
The problem with life is that we’re the problem. Why can’t life be wrong for a change?
We are life, and life is us. Then what?