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Jul. 22nd, 2004 11:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iceinyourmusicTemporary lj anxiety (ha), so I must spamspam with a dreadful word-for-word re-enactment of the myth 734(b): I saw the woman of my life today, sitting on the bench across from me on the S-linna ferry (coming home from summer theatre etc.). I actually thought she had a vaguely sylviaplathish look about her - not un-coincidentally with my on-going re-read of Bitter Fame - with her asymmetric bangs and rigid pose and beautifully prominent nose - but we were still meant to be. "Then," of course, "she spoke," and the illusion shattered and clattered down on the floor in dull splinters of plastic.
More on the theatrical (and social) bits of the night if I have some time to think on the weekend. Now, to bed, and will ponder on the exact meaning of that Maroon 5 song the radio will also not stop playing, and if find it before sleep, can always go back to pondering the meaning of any Backstreet Boys song ever recorded (apart from "The Call", which I already figured out), or to explicitly not-pondering the meaning of any Tori Amos song ever recorded, now that I've decided that my enjoyment of those depends entirely on rejecting the whole idea of possible significances behind the signifiers, because signifiers are pretty, shallow, and empty, and so am I. yes sir. Erase; fade to blank.
More on the theatrical (and social) bits of the night if I have some time to think on the weekend. Now, to bed, and will ponder on the exact meaning of that Maroon 5 song the radio will also not stop playing, and if find it before sleep, can always go back to pondering the meaning of any Backstreet Boys song ever recorded (apart from "The Call", which I already figured out), or to explicitly not-pondering the meaning of any Tori Amos song ever recorded, now that I've decided that my enjoyment of those depends entirely on rejecting the whole idea of possible significances behind the signifiers, because signifiers are pretty, shallow, and empty, and so am I. yes sir. Erase; fade to blank.
