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2004-02-09 I fear I am too kitsch for the common good of myself. Sometimes, I don't know. There is this side of me that loves performance. I meet up with old friends and provide them the stand-up version of life as I see it without showing the theorizing that takes place behind the scenes. Here, I am comfortable but feel my voice strain. Bouncing upon the lower pitch shadow movements that circle in this dark cave chest of mine. Right know though, the compulsion to stick to logic. Only for this quarter's sake, the repetitive nature and daily ritual of mathematics. Constructing a cartesion proof as a raft to keep afloat. I am not sure that these splits are anything yet to be torn about. |