green plastic: Please be over joyed

Friday, December 12, 2008

"i looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for".

iancu said...: Quote?
I enjoy doing the same, trying to figure fragments of past based on a short glimpse. Sometimes you realize you're just one version of life, a drop in the sea. Sometimes it feels good to be small, unimportant.; 2:36 PM
Sorina Iordan said...: quote :); 8:17 PM
Sorina Iordan said...: actually, sometimes i feel it's impossible that the people i see on the streets are different from me, have stories and thoughts of their own. sometimes, i think i know each of them like i know myself. i know we're all one. but then i know i'm wrong; 5:50 PM
iancu said...: yep, been there too :)

but more often I find myself thinking that maybe it's all in my head, maybe everybody else (or at least the people I don't know) is just a figment of my imagination, looking, walking, living their short life just as long as they're are in my proximity :)

Surely, it's plain egotistical crap, but it's fun sometimes :D; 6:03 PM
Sorina Iordan said...: maybe they exist only as long as we're there to see them

i don't think they have beginning or end; 8:34 PM