Sometimes I think of the things I want to do most, and the first item on the list is something that has remained unchanged for the longest time. I want to create a concept.
I don't care what form it is in, but I want to create this parallel universe that is ludicrous to the extreme. Only, of course, people would fall for it because there'd be this tiny little switch going on in their brains, and they'd think, but why not? This could happen after all.
It's different from making people believe. I'd like them to think about it till they started seeing things, and I'd like them to slowly and irrevocably start thinking in terms of the concept till they can't tell real from unreal. I'd like them to feel helpless and worry about the world in general; I'd like to be a 1984 and a Brave New World and a Clockwork Orange and a Being John Malkovich and an OK Computer and an Orson Welles radio broadcast of The War of the Worlds all rolled into one, and I'd like to take the world's population down with me. I'm a hidden anarchist and sadist and another ist that I can't remember now, yes. It's just that I happen to like sloth a little too much. I don't even know why I'm writing this, seeing as it's so much wishful thinking, but it's just what I want to do. I want to take photographs and spin stories about the people in them till the world starts believing the stories and not the people, and I want to do this now, do this here, except of course I have no idea how to go about it.
I want this like I want so many other things, maybe just a little bit more, but then don't we all.
Something tells me I should either go to sleep or take to internet fraud. This post should ideally be called High Hopes but I can't be bothered changing it now. Excuse me while I go wallow in self-pity. Next post will be proper post, rest assured.
1 day ago
7 have survived.:
"Quickly, with one last shriek, Anoorag Biswas died before telling anyone where they buried their treasure.
Anoorag Biswas will be terribly missed by Prince Charles."
...I always thought it would be Kermit the crab.
Have you read The Circular Ruins by Borges?
anoorag, you mean kermit the FROG, right? hermit the crab would be a better idea. like a freudian slip.
sroyon, no. i haven't read anything worthwhile since college started and its killing me.
Hmm, your post reminded me of the story, somehow. And this should have gone with the other post, but why do you not like your blog anymore?
oh yeah...i meant frog!I make mistakes like that:P
acid i say! :D lol
'I'm a hidden anarchist and sadist and another ist that I can't remember now, yes. It's just that I happen to like sloth a little too much.'
There are two kinds of people. The drones, and the Hamlets, who think too much. The drones are the ones who actually do things. Because they are stupider and more driven by the need to get it done. They care not for the beauty of a random and pointless thought that pops in your mind like a cactus on a glacier. For us, in the thought alone, and fiddling with it, lies happiness. It's like Metaphysical poetry. Find peace in your own inner anarchy, because the world has no place for it. Nobody understands great things anyway. Just a few people. The rest like great art because it's a society thing. Art is a sellout. Write for yourself and those who you know will understand.
But then again, if you have your heart set on writing something famous, best of luck to you. Though the kick you get out of it is more like an ego trip than personal satisfaction with the quality of what you've made. It's like an I-have-influenced-so-many-people high.
Which are you aiming for?
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