i usually don't have much to say in mornings. and i remember secondary school, where i'd waltz in thru the school gates, see friends and mumble my hi's. i wonder if i didnt have friends. but a lot of music. a tragic genius? because the farther you dig in, the more beautiful your craft becomes. i think. ive been listening to a lot of beautiful music of late. the kind which isn't harmless, and you wonder: where do they come from?
i should be studying, knowledge is new artillery of globalisation.
Wednesday, October 29, 2003