FUNERALS!
Oh, that felt "inappropriate" – funerals. Krap, someone died, for him, in his life, reminiscing, mourning. Poor Krap. I haven't experienced that apparently gut wrenching, soul tearing, spirit diminishing, smile-theif of an experience. I don't understand why he would write this piece in such a discouraging manner. Usually, what I mean by usually (thinks... "write better") the commonly accepted social norm that is used widely in american media ("too complicated")... almost anti-american dream-like writing. The giving up, quitting to try to acheive happyness. So gloomy, so dark... almost death-like. Like he's just so close to it, closer than he's ever been before ("sounds stupid and redundant" reluctantly types yet another ellipsis) ... clearly. Seems like he is no longer persistent with his life, simply devoting his time to what's left. What was. What will be nevermore.
(stares al cursor) On. Off. On. Off.
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