Monday, April 11, 2011
The things we should feel most guilty about are the ones which were sold to us as life goals.
Nobody has ever truly been made happy by a shiny new car; not for long anyway, as it soon becomes a not-so-new-car and later merely a car.
It is a pity that we do not crave for more fulfilling possessions: the ones that we may use as tools to create a personal environment that does not rely on the fleeting currents of marketing values but rather seeks to slow the moments down so that they may be experienced at leisure.
What is the ultimate possession, the one that won’t, no sooner has it been grasped, slip through your fingers like water?
Our highest thoughts may come to believe that our minds are that possession; the one place that should belong solely to us; and yet we sell it to the voice that shouts the loudest.
“Wish you were here”
Read the postcard sent
From the man in the electric chair
by Garth @ 8:15 am