survivors
a long time back ( it seemed like yesterday !! )the future was
rather clouded.
Guilt and near-panic were my constant companions.
I was waiting for the dream to end and the nighmare to begin.
What shape it would take I didn't know.
Then I got a mail from a friend. He talked about survivors. And
strength. And the times we'd pulled through.
I don't think I've thanked him enough
rather clouded.
Guilt and near-panic were my constant companions.
I was waiting for the dream to end and the nighmare to begin.
What shape it would take I didn't know.
Then I got a mail from a friend. He talked about survivors. And
strength. And the times we'd pulled through.
I don't think I've thanked him enough
posted by yesbob at Monday, September 19, 2005
7 Comments:
All the world's a stage. And all men players. At the theatre of the absurd.
Go fish! :p
Maybe you should take a look at this.
Its all brownian motion - life. This I know.
poornima : fish indeed. This may be the solution answer to life,universe ...
kraz : it maybe Brownian motion, but it's Smith who can't stand the smell ... :D
welcome back , dude !!
hehe.. yeah Smith alright. u remind me of what i've written in my profile! :D
poornima, i looked at theater of the absurd, absurdism n' non sequiturs; found it all very appealing somehow.
kuts : :) once you get started on absurdism, then you'll be lead to camus and so on until you arrive at salinger. So think again.
Kuts: I started with Salinger and finished with Beckett. Am gonna try Pinter next. And am spreading the virus! :p
Salinger is a league of his own. This much I do know.
Yesbob: One day you'll agree. Try 'For Esme with love and squalor'.
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