I'm moving to Israel very soon. In fact, I'm leaving in exactly two weeks. What wonders may yet behold my eyes remain fastened into the twisting fabric of future devellopments.

Good thing I'm moving, too, since I just quit one of my jobs with an amazing performance of uncaring pseudo-maturity. I can still see myself walking to my boss, triumphant on the wings of self-importance, telling him of my departure from his enterprise...almost like breaking an unimpassionned relationship. The truth, however, is that aside from the money I've set aside for m studies, I'm nearly broke. Also, like a waking, recurring nightmare, the knowledge that my career choices teeter on the edge of a bowl. A great bowl itself leaning into a precipice, which drops thousands of miles into a great running river full of decaying placenta.

Sorry for the distasteful placenta rant.

Erupted the Shadows, Paris

Thin whispers begrudgingly reproach our life spent;
Past arranged, young blue ladies on the banks running.
Relentlessly gathering folds of life's garment
Bitterness on the lips regret the escape, dreading.

Stoic, significance lost as mind changes hand,
Lovelorn and battered from a crashing existence.
Conspiratorial epiphanies clatter and
The shining example of man dies in silence.

A grostesque harmony clings to glories unknown,
The patient watch resonating sounds forgotten.
Car-beetle shine, the wind across the flagstones blown
The faintest image of a true life awoken.

I'm deathly tired of blaming my problems on society, the world, my parents, my teachers, my computer, my toaster, my oven, my fridge, my car and myself. I'm tired of having to blame.

Thespian Seacoast

Se réveiller avec la conscience imprégné, où gronde, décharné, l'insignifiance d'un monde cruellement ordinaire. Where no one else will ever be.

The Tortoise and the Hare

-me : I am sympathetic to your plight
-him: thank the gods of awsomeness and pies turned into cakes!
-me: and Jesus shed a tear... of Love
-him:that fell into the mouths of the thirsty millions and gave them eternal life and millions of airmiles
-me: to go unravel the very fabric of undying faith, ironically
-him: yes, but never without exchange a complicit look

Carlisle Road

Someone, somewhere, is planning the downfall of my righteous regime. Woe betide he and his ilk, should my gaze befall them.

My last session draws to its end, and my impending travels to the Middle-East slither --rather deliciously-- to a pre-determined, furiously organized date. The itinerary is not in any way touristic, but in tauntamount disorder: sorcerous and macabre, with a hint of mint.

I am conscious of the dangers for a North-American, yet I have the unending bounty of loving Mankind and believing in all religions. Erratum: I claim to possess these ephemeral bounties.

My poor mice will have to meet their end this Wednesday. I will comfort them with Tchaikovsky's second symphony, as well as caressing them individually for an equivalent time, lest my guilt follow me through the coming months.

The life of research --especially with the demands of haste that our society warrants necessary to ensure the survival of those not fit (not an elitist)-- began on a road unclear and strewn with whispered, dusty dreams and perverted optimism. Now, I understand the better meaning of optimism; there can never be only one true choice at a moment, as life is far more complicated than any of us seem to grasp. Humility, ironically, is a valour lost to the few lucky enough to forget about its existence.

Lavish

I opened my medicine cabinet. Inside was a piece a paper. On it were the words "He held a gun in his hand."

From Aron to Aton

Knowledge, in French, is "connaissance". Etymologically, it means "to be born with", from the latin root "co-", or "with" and "-natere", meaning born. I really like the idea that every discovery is actually a rebirth with a new, more attuned self, my greatest fear being the undeniable truth that I am horribly average.

Providing Succor To the Needy

I decided one of my life projects should be the determination of the exact location of my death, as well as choosing the coolest final words.

Well Said

I couldn't have formulated it better.

Dream Rock

I dreamt that the sky was constantly pink, and I lived in a small fishing village in Japan. I also rode on arabian horses, wielding a large cutlass and rode for eternity on valleys of silky sand.

Too Bad

With my best intentions, no.

Edit: I've never been more touched than when I saw this lesson from the previously mentionned webcomic while listening to Massive Attack's Everybody's Got a Family.

Idealism and Naiveté Separated

After several years of compressed and sickly cynicism, I regressed --not in a bad way at all-- into an earlier conception of life and hopes.

Being an idealist does not necessarily mean to be an idle dreamer.

A very nice webcomic.

Opaque Pristine

Lifting sun, angry clouds across the noon sky, life unknown. Dry yellow fields contrast with the sharp blue sky; a shining white house sits amongst the rolling grass. The significance of actions become mingled, all recreated into the simplicity of the most meaningful existence -at its purest form. Aside from all that really exists, there is an undefinable shape to the crash colours, a caress removing all conscient thought from reality.

Bred into the most basic level of our conscience, they are unknown, unrecognizable. Sadly, to encouter them is a matter of luck. Timeless, they remain mysterious in their nature to claiming souls and praying hands; congruous to life, exaltation begets the attached.

Integrating Leadership

Figuring a good time as any to clarify conceptions.

Being a good leader is not only being able to make effective decisions tactfully. It is, rather, being humble enough to ask and accept help from others while managing information and considering, integrating possibilities. Finally, a good leader is invested --or learn, in most cases-- with the ability to admit mistakes, while being able to correct them with pose and preciseness.

I choose that picture not because I define leadership as a male-dominant trait, but because I thought the figure simply yelled a congruous pride (arrogance!) not unlike my own.

Waiting for Tide

The Wild Swans at Coole, W.B. Yeats
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

Finally Revealed

This is a link to incriminating pictures of myself, as well as my ego.

With What You Have

Goebbels: "We do not talk to simply say something, but to receive a certain reaction."

My conversational topics are spiced with tact to have the greatest effect, to leave the best impression with my audience. Alas, I lose all interest in proper communication, whose purpose is to convey ideas and meaning, not entertainment.

Nightbound Macrophobia

Deadliest , it enthralls and decomposes minds complete. Most fearful mirror, I confess: the walls I've built around and between are fast unraveling, nylon of the day grotesquely grinding the images of youth and of conception alike in brutal velocity. Inconsequential elements of pure inconsciousness, greatness and damnation becoming, one at a time, epic and distinct in their paroxysm of confused perceptions.

To claim indifference, to raise the walls once again, is far more demanding than it once was.