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November 10, 2005
just sitting around.
hello, good evening, yes, that's okay. i know, it does not make much sense right now. and maybe it never will. who knows. nobody knows i guess? maybe?
after i managed to optimize my web experience to the point where i only have to click a few buttons to unleash whole legions of tabbed sites, which then bring me an ever repeating series of abbreviated content, and since i stopped replying to emails, well, i guess i have simply entered a different state of skim being.
i stopped touching the surface now. i managed to actually remove myself far enough from the surface to sometimes even lose sight of it.
the edges of the box have long faded into that myst on the horizon. hello world. i think i remember you being there at some point?
what was i talking about?
short attention span is annoying at times.
even the short versions of the short articles are skimmed for the looks of their layout more than for that linear experience of that word string thing.
so why am i still writing at all? perhaps because i am too lazy to post anything else than words. if the computer consisted of only a microphone, the stuff here right now would be some noises. maybe some heavy or maybe some light breathing.
beginnings of sentences perhaps.
wha?
my chair is making weird sounds. though it could be that it is not the chair. it could very well be the floor under the chair.
i am too lazy to check.
for the last two or three hours i have been sitting in this chair an making noises and listening to music and surfing the web.
i have been killing time as if it were a mission.
i could as well be studying the maps of hell.
i will close this computer now and i will go to the other room and i will grab that pencil and i will
probably give up
in about 2 minutes.
just drank a glass of orange juice.
producing that perhaps required more energy than i have generated the entire evening.
this is all very wrong.
hell
o
grr.