Yes. I may be judgemental. I used to look around and see people in their actions. She is reading a newspaper – she is not cool – I don’t want to know her. Shallow thoughts perpetuated by the media – a pointless drive for soma. I am reading a newspaper.
Am reading The Stranger by Camus. Depressing. I do not know whether it is the translation or simply the ideas, but I am bored to tears as I feel like I am being told what I am observing sitting here in central park – pointless rats in a cage strolling out their existence. Yet if I had a girlfriend, if I was in love, my life would probably aqcuire meaning and would be defined by the moment waking up as an old man. Or perhaps this would be a Vanilla-sky-type segway between realities?
I wonder what it is like to be old. To see your children and know that soon I will expire. Of course, in my 25 I am already having thoughts about death, about the fact that if I died today, the society would be no better or worse off (unless I am kept alive by Him for my potential). So many plots come to mind that could be developed in so many ways to develop this line of thought.
Which brings me to art. Apparently Bush’s unpopularity is partially from his/Republican lack of support for art – anyone know where where I can find out more? The primary question that comes to mind is – well, if this is redirection of resources, where can I see the distribution. And if there is mismanagement, how to bring about reponsibility, or transparency of responsibility if such already exists?