The thing is that unlike many other animals, humans are able to imbue the observable or experiential processes with meanings. All our conscious being in the world is relative to our brain's capacity to form a narration, to remember. In the end what we are left with is narration of experiences, not the experiences themselves. This is a narration of living in a big city. This is the legacy of my mind and my thoughts, so shut up and behold.
piątek, 18 stycznia 2013
who do I think I am?
The other guy is such a pain in the arse with all his dos and don'ts. It's not that I hate him or anything but he's so obsessed with punctuality and doing things right. Why does he insist on being nice to people if they don't tend to reciprocate?
Ok, right. It may be just me not having enough sleep again. Thing is I just never liked tyrants.
Me neither.
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