Sometimes when I conceptualize of the world I populate it with imaginary people. I give them personalities, dreams, troubles big and small, beliefs, lives unfathomable until they defy the very imagination that created them. I am convinced that the real world is just as such, and as I behold it I am filled with strange feelings of longing, sadness and love.
posted by Bloo at 12:20 PM
2 Comments:
OK, Brian. I think we're ready for some new reflections here.
LoL, Kurt man. I'm in an intensive Arabic language study program! Not that I don't have time to reflect, I just don't have time to write it up... and about two-thirds of my reflections have to do with the Arabic language or trivial things like... how our washing machine is busted.
I'm back in Palestine within the week though. Maybe then.
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