آرشیو برای آبان, ۱۳۸۹
I should’ve learned my lesson before
Nothing is worth it
My heart is what matters the most
۱۳۸۹/۰۷/۱۸ : (۲۰۱۰/۱۰/۱۰)
How right our Aryan ancestors were to create gods. We seek $..€..X, and are left with two private bodies on a stained bed. The larger €r0tiC dream, the god, has eluded us. It is so whenever, moving out of ourselves, we look for extensions of ourselves. It is with cities as it is with $..€..X. We seek the physical city and find only a conglomeration of private cells. In the city as nowhere else we are reminded that we are individuals, units. Yet the idea of the city remains; it is the god of the city that we pursue, in vain.
The Mimic Men: a novel By V.S. Naipaul
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