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03 January 2003 @ 03:53 pm
nor seek i understanding  
i have finished margaret atwood's the handmaid's tale.

i at first intended to say "i am done with margaret atwood's the handmaid's tale", but no. that's not true. i'm not done with it. not yet.

i read. i read fast. for once, i do not drown myself in the words. i do not dwell in them. for they do not fascinate me. nor do they seek absorption.

rather, it is what these words form. the entirety(?) of it all. the terror it surges. the misery that tears within.

i do not have complete comprehension. not that it matters. is that i felt it. is enough. is that i'm writing like i read. is enough.

it was good. is enough.

i scare.

*edit* i wonder if it's a facade. ought i care? but i do.
Mood: nauseated
Music: zhi shao zou de bi ni zao -- candy lo
a little less than the girl next doorin_transit on January 3rd, 2003 12:09 am (UTC)
a riddling contradiction am i
>>for once, i do not... -- i am too used to being serenaded by james herriot's beautiful descriptives. *think hot tub, and flower-scented bath*

>>...facade -- what is? myself, i meant.
the doobfemdog on January 4th, 2003 08:12 pm (UTC)
yeah you scare. you scared me, at least.
a little less than the girl next doorin_transit on January 5th, 2003 04:14 am (UTC)
arrr... i was just bored... (hey i realise this can be used to explain lotsa things leh. try it out on any question hehe)