篠崎愛
There should be a millenial edition of Monopoly where you just walk round the board paying rent, never able to buy anything.
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Le jour me fatigue et m'ennuie. Il est brutal et bruyant. Je me lève avec peine, je m'habille avec lassitude, je sors avec regret, et chaque pas, chaque mouvement, chaque geste, chaque parole, chaque pensée me fatigue comme si je soulevais un écrasant fardeau.
Mais […] a mesure que l'ombre grandit, je me sens tout autre, plus jeune, plus fort, plus alerte, plus heureux. Je la regarde s'épaissir la grande ombre douce tombée du ciel : elle noie la ville, comme une onde insaisissable et impénétrable, elle cache, efface, détruit les couleurs, les formes, étreint les maisons, les êtres, les monuments de son imperceptible toucher.
I cannot get this poem out of my head. It haunts me. Joyously, it haunts me.
in another thread, this user writes:
my name is Dog,
and wen its tea,
i hope they giv
sum foode to me -
i hope they shair
befor its gon -
they never do.
i dont get non.
:(
and then replies to their own comment:
my name is Cow,
and this is tru -
my caynine frend,
its up to yu.
so just be brayve
and smart insted -
and be like me.
i lik the bred.
First of all how dare you
Your iPhone pocket-called me the other day.
You were walking.
I could hear your legs moving.
I was in your pants, after all, with the phone.
Swip swip. Swip swip. Swip swip.
Very rhythmic. Soothing. I listened in for a while. I was hoping for a scrap of inappropriate conversation.
I like to overhear things that hurt me.
I got nothing.
Just legs.
You were just going somewhere.
The biggest mistake I made was believing that if I cast a beautiful net I’d catch only beautiful things.
astronu