futurebird's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This doesn't seem anything like life! Days-- weeks maybe have gone by when my feet didn’t touch the ground. By the ground I mean the earth and the sidewalks don't count. If it wasn’t so cold I’d go outside and curl up in the dirt . . . maybe I’ll do that anyway. I feel so cut off. A good friend of mine makes his living designing web banners. He talks about the design with all the seriousness of anyone in advertising. “The colours are bright but not annoying . . “ he almost makes it sound glamorous. How can there be people who live off of making ad banners for web pages in a world with so many hungry people, cold people and generally lost people? His existence, --my existence (I do web design for money) seem absurd to me. I’m an animal! This doesn't seem anything like life! If I didn’t exercise the only part of my body that would be in any kind of decent shape at all would be my fingers. 07:55:01 - 2000-11-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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