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[Sunday, August 07, 2005]     

fortune favors the old

strange how 'lucky' things are easily misplaced or destroyed unless one keeps an eye on them. perhaps they have a mind of their own, a wanderlust. or perhaps, a sense of duty. imagine this scenario:

whatever man creates artificially is inherently unnatural, and therefore chaotic by design. perhaps, then, in order for them to function, each must have in or near it an object of order, such as something beloved [recall how in the velveteen rabbit, the boy's love made the rabbit real, i.e.: natural]. therefore, once this object is removed, the thing containing or otherwise depending on it, breaks down.

how is this 'essence', if you will, selected? let's say it is the first favorite thing to touch the completed machination. then, you have buildings collapsing after a hundred-year-old frog escapes from its cornerstone; buses careening off the road after a conductor ejects a ball from out the last row of seats; guitar bridges flying off the body after a sticker is absentmindedly scratched off.

now imagine anima, feng shui, and metaterrorism.

sige ingat.ΓΌ
 
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