Thursday, March 16, 2006

We play on facebook because sometimes our imaginations get alittle to far ahead: They can’t get out of the spectrum of what used to be and so then what can be now. We get caught on the cycle of expectation, imagining the wonderful ways in which we’ve changed and grown. The way we must be so different now than we were before; unable to imagine sameness in the world which feels so vastly changed. So we look back, page through the people of our pasts to satisfy that urge, to prove that everyone must be the dramatic other whom we’ve created in our heads.

And we go back to find that shamefully, so many are exactly the same. So many have been stuck on the same gated path since the time we first met. How terrifying to imagine that path, how devastating to be oblivious to the road signs that spell your destiny all too clearly. How unfortunate that grandiose futures have caved for a just adaquate present.

posted by iliza @ 12:29 AM

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