Tuesday, August 03, 2004


Why is it that people are so different? And yet the same? Why is being human such a cliche? I have a friend who keeps on telling me that all of us are complicated beings, yet I sometimes want to disagree with her- and most of the times, I can't. We're all phantoms, projections of self, a wall stretching out into oblivion, past this point of clarity and focus that perpetualy shifts... and so do we.


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