March 20, 2011 Friday Night Live @ 2008-02-18, 18:54:00
“Like the physically and spiritually impoverished, six of us huddled over beer and cigarettes, forming a haphazard circle of possibilities. Into the night, frivolity left our lips. We spoke without a care or obligation; without a care of the said “End of Days” while the ashtray depicted a downtown Tokyo, blackened by soot but continued to gleam sporadically, a makeshift pyre and subconsciously (or no), a self-fulfilling prophecy. We are the In-Betweens, straddled between now and never again, between the metaphorical gutter and the stars. This is our halfway house…
… with lots of plants. (Out of which brought forth Plato, Locke, Kant and at some point De Sade.) Eyes wander and avoid, darting off bubbles, froth, objects and people to release the tension held by a single irreversible knot leading to the gap between Law and Lawlessness. (We are the In-Betweens.) In the midst of all things, I realized we were being watched over (from the top right window) by half-bodied mannequins with neon-coloured hair and gaping mouths. These are Conrad’s “lower sort of apostles” as we sat still in the spirit of religious-like fervour, embalmed in the smell of our own hallowed tobacco and the blood of dead philosophers.”
I used to be so much more interesting; perpetually caught up in the maelstrom of my own monologues, both real and imagined. In any case, I really liked this post. Now all that’s left is a fiercely self-conscious obscurantism –
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