Wednesday, 21 December 2011

3 o' 7

So all the best presents you've ever received probably mean diddley squat to you outside of signification, right. I don't think anyone is born materialistic, right. What would that kid want with gold? When a child's given this huge present what becomes clear is that the huge present holds little interest especially when it came in a huge box. We can not live in the present but if we want to we can live in a box. And for a while we do. We hide in it. Hiding's nice. Like a good painkiller. It's nice to give someone somewhere to hide. I know of a few people who have done wonderful things while hiding. I have read a marvellous book written by someone who was hiding. It is not shying away from existence, it is a taking hold of it. At least trying to. It's always night and we are in a perpetually cold universe but the earth lets us all hide in the sun for a while from time to time. God bless it for that. We've all got face the light of day sometimes.


A Junky's Christmas by William Burroughs

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