Sunday, July 17, 2005

Thinking about change; is suprising how much does, and how much doesn't. At a personal level hardly anything remains constant- opinions, thoughts, general-philospohies-on- lifes. Sometimes what remains throughout are mere mannerisms- little things like how virginia observes that i am still as scatterbrained as ever, and chunlong asking if i was as capricious all my life. Perhaps, but the eye sees not itself. Hiding away things: skeletons, or somple snippets to give oneself a satisfactory illusion of personal depth- what does that change? Perhaps,- the psyche being in constant flux- what we seem is indeed all that we constitute.


mellie contemplated 2:14 PM
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