this is a forcefeed. heave if need be.
i am repelled at what i am becoming so this is absolutely necassary to develop what is left of my self.
in the wake of crumpled poetry and bleeding essays even my footsteps dissolved into earth like all things. perhaps the death of such things are responsible for the magical growth of pavement plants. i see strings of them everyday. like lingering hope. but one group stood out today; there was a square concrete lid that leads to an underground drain. stamped on concrete was the word "Earth". and framing it were tiny green plants seemingly screaming at the audacity of man. F said it was ironic and i just nodded, trying to mask my disdain [i'm not one for expression].
trees are grown as oxygen tanks.
i got really irked when a man on the MRT declared "don't disappoint Goh Chok Tong". i was so struck by his commitment that i just muttered "what??". but turned out he was quite a wise man.
the number of people who are aware of this country's silent deadly oppression is disappointingly few. we trudge along the borders of society grieved by the sharp threads pulling at the holes in our backs, not really noticing each other. well at least i picture it that way.
me and F are mostly reserved and it was quite a treat when we bumped into that eccentric old man and shared our views passionately. F never was more glad when someone literally splattered his saliva all over him.
his stop came and F shook his hand while i gave him a small smile. then our hands linked and we moved on back to our own lane while he strolled defiantly back on his. F had a feeling he was going on a long journey out of here and he's never coming back.
we, we just settled in finding comfort in the aimlessness of our little journeys.
Posted by NHJ
5/29/2004 07:41:00 pm
Friday, May 28, 2004
things are so far away. i feel like a repellant.
there is an ongoing block firmly planted at the little fingernail doors on my hands. doubt i suppose. my fingers never did stop shaking. i can see pounding words through the skin.
i saw an ant. struggling to climb up a wall, while holding on to its crippled comrade. the injured one fell out of its front legs. and the shaken ant walked away.
randomness is a great saviour. it gives me an excuse. and doubt comes by less often. i worry too much about listening ears, roaming eyes, critical minds braced for combat and take down. i worry too much.
there are so many things out of reach. an inch from my stretched fingertips.
Posted by NHJ
5/28/2004 04:15:00 pm
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