Alexander Supertramp May 1992

I picked up the book on a whim at Target but I honestly did not enjoy it.
Too investigative.
Too much imagination from the author. Tried too hard to explain his actions and the pysche of this person. The ending disappoints too.
Judgement even at his death.

Yet his story still fascinates me.
'No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.'

街角的祝福

词:戴佩妮 曲:戴佩妮


多少个秋 多少个冬
我几乎快要被治愈好
但还是会只因为一个重覆的话题
就无心自扰
也曾想过
若真遇见 我们应该如何是好
我想我还是会站在某一个街角
不让你看到

只因为我不想打扰
只因为怕你解释不了
只因为现在你的眼睛里
她比我还重要

我只好假装我看不到
看不到你和她在对街拥抱
你的快乐 我可以感受得到
这样的见面方式对谁都好

我只好假装我听不到
听不到别人口中的她好不好
再不想问 也不想被通知到
反正你的世界我管不了

就把祝福 留在街角

I know you are somewhere

At the back of my mind. The sublime conciousness.
Ever so present.

But I refuse to see you. I did not want the silent movie to play out in my head.

Is it morning already?

Someone 7 years younger can understand that.
And can take that brave first step.
Why can't I?

This big fat lie of a life.
Got to go.

7 mins since yesterday.
7 mins too late.
I wonder how long I can keep this up.
A post each day.
Anyway.

People disgust me today. Filled me with torment and vile.
Or do I repel them? It felt like old days. Those lonely ones.
Glad that they are over, for now at least. Yoy never know when they will come back again.
Looking forward to the end.

I just realised that I am careless.

Careless with my spelling. Writing.
Careless about other people. Their feelings and thoughts.
Careless even with myself.
CARE-LESS.
Am I?

Thursday

It was another day. It feels like another.
The days are long but the years are short.
I glanced through the obiturary today and suddenly wish I was one of them.