the only things i read these days is whatever the people at Issue Magazine are writing. i give up on Plato, i probably need to reach some sort of contemplative mood in order to do that. these days i am one who is too bounded to another, to the point of annoyance. so this instant gratification of your laments, thoughts, rants, in the form of replies, texts, calls, messages, tweets, emails, whatever really, has really thrown reflection out of the window. you are not driven to the point of desperation that enables you properly assess things. the invasion of other people’s thoughts before your own. we call this cacophony.
to have your own designated space where no one can actually disturb your (barge in), and you don’t feel the inclination to speak, to listen, to do anything except to stay still and i don’t know, delve into yourself.
we disconnect ourselves for a while and try again.
goodnight.
(p/s; this sounds too much like Data Communication. heh)