2004-06-18 - 4:19 p.m.
A Voice comes over a speaker box in the corner, "Ce n'est pas une pipe. Shows over. Go home. I was your DJ, Deja Vue."
Bored with this yet? Good. I am going to keep going.
So I remebered things last night. My first friend, my first pet, the first kitchen floor I can remember. Stuff I did as a kid. I remembered that my memory was noticeably wonky by the time I was in fourth grade.
There I was in class, doing whatever the hell fourth graders do. A girl walks in, and she looks familiar. And while I look at her, I think, "She used to be my girlfriend, when I was in second grade. (maybe it was first)" I reply to this, "Are you sure, or are you making that up, because you are lonely, and she is pretty?" I am not sure. I am not sure that memory is real. But how can I tell? I didn't ask her, since I was quite socially awkward, and even then did not resemble my younger self. I had aquired glasses and fat between the two events, I am certain. I still have them, though the memory may come and go.
I did not enjoy being a kid. The only problems were I was surrounded by people I didn't like (other children) and my freedoms were confined by my parents. You know, the usual stuff. I am putting the childhood down now, so that you do not get a rant, without philosophy.
So that's memory. Now maybe I'll be able to hold onto those good things I named above.
So now I am going to play some games.
First I want to make a prophecy for humanity: Mankind is headed towards a great conflict in which people shall harm one another in ways we have not yet concieved of yet. People in power will lie to the masses to ensure their power and our damnation. Peace will be held as the highest virtue. Language will drift and change.
Another prophecy: I will eat a lot this evening. Many vegetables. I will sleep restlessly tonight, and be disturbed.
Things are too murky for me to get to any actual prophecy, but I feel a house tied into my plans to smooth the way towards my goals.
I have been so sleepy this week. Everyone is rebooting the sleep schedule, and it is incredibly interesting how we are managing. Overlapping waking up. I wake up last now on the end of the week. Or I should say, I wake up more times.
Times are interesting. Games being played within games, and beside them as well. I look forward to seeing what grows out of the summer, just as I look forward to its end.
Then we can go back and read this again.
