Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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A good day is bound by expectations (imagination, spontaneity). A day gets better in proportion to one's ability to see the ice faster than any other player. The fastest player is never disappointed.
ReplyDeleteAmmunition may destroy what we perceive as the other, but will never destroy or modify how we experience the other in the way that we are (in the way the other has affected us, has imputed to us its magical relationship).
Ice cubes marry whiskey in the most melancholy of ceremonies.