have just finished 'a hundred years of solitude' and you will prolly hear me raving about for ages hence because it is so fantastic.
partly, i wish i wish i wish i were a fish!
daniel says that 70% of the world has not yet been discovered.. whcih means that i ahve been mistaken, and now have gone past the turn that would have brought me down the road to being a marine biologist, one fo my childhood 'dreams'. the other was paleontology, whcih i see listed in the uni prospectuses near anthropology- seeing how closely related they are, even though i dont fancy digging around the gobi desert, it just started me wondering about the near-misses of life. and there's nothing much to be said about it, no important counter-factuals because of the insignificance of this one life. no point in the vaingloriousness fo an imagined dscovery-
but i would really like to know what goes on in those infernal pools beneath the polar ice caps.
and i dont think i will ever get over my obsession with fish, not sanitized as his memories and his little gold fish.
mellie contemplated 1:26 AM
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