mirror mirror, who is the black sheep?

a blog is hardly the place to exhibit emotions.

one always tries to do too much. change the world they say. the movie the hours set me off thinking quite a lot really; which reminds me, i would like to thank sulas because it really is a good a movie, very thought provoking. but how can one even hope to change the world when everything is so complex, so brutal, and so impossible?

there as so many things that i want to say, so many things that i want to do and so many things that i want to find out, but each seems as impossible as the next. we always have a mental image of what we intend to do or say, but it always turns out far less than what it was meant to be.

i am trapped by my words, restrained by their turn, their many faces and their melody, a delicately solemn dance that i helplessly succumb to. yet, my words fail me when i do try to wield them. the paradox of true cowardice they say.

maybe we shouldnt try too hard. life and her bleating masses scarcely reward blatant effort. to attempt to roar amongst the asphyxiation of wool, is merely fancy fatalism.

let the bleating begin...they say.