Saturday, March 19, 2005

Postcolonial postcard


http://www.jasonbaker.net/world/india/delhi.htm


We have. Definitely. Indefinitely. Lost. Our Hope.
We survive. We do. We did. We die.
We lie. We don't. We doubt.

http://www.thecloudmakingmachine.com/
http://www.ma/
http://www.dentsu.com/

(this is bibliography, not advertising)

1 Comments:

Blogger Renske said...

my mind kept going back
to my impression of disbelief
and feelings
This is more confusing
it happened all at once

when i returned, accidently, from my Quest,
trying to achieve lifelong hapiness,
I found that - for me -
seas had gone dry
and rains ceased falling
And the only water left
was this tear, a sign I could still feel,
small, In the corner of my eye.

And people just live their lives
while I travel around,
gracefully surrendering my emotions.

March 30, 2005 3:15 AM  

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