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a time for fear
Friday, June 27, 2003  
And from that to this, from things that happen, to nothing that happens. Keeping an eye on that business park across the street, where nothing happens, apart from things that do.

Microscopic events. Time stretching, yawning; unfolding, and folding. Transparent layers of insignificant events in obsessive focus, made translucent with pathological lucidity. What a release for the brain! The luxurious details of emptiness, the languorous sensuality of boredom!

I'd love to write like this, although I'm starting to worry about the mental state of the perpetrater, this voyeur of the banal. Is he waiting for something terrible to happen?

12:41 AM

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