[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Eternally connected
Looks like we have no more chances to find ourselves alone. Anytime, anywhere, anyway eternally on-line. Our minds are no longer able to disconnect from the continuous flow of data that crosses thru them and goes by, as silently as it came in. Minutes flow and soon it's time to stand up and queue: boarding begins.
Etichette:
Travelling
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