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2003-03-29

Sunshine. The biological warfare hasn’t yet begun (I’m allergic to... lost of things and they’re all evil) and I got that urge to go out with my camera and just walk. So why don’t I? Just walk? In the nature?! No way. I’m just not fond of strolling in nature. I want concrete under my feel. I want torn down buildings and places where people create something new that wan’t there before. But I’m pretty sure I’m repeating myself.

Anyway. I saw Adaptation (reviewed in swedish elsewhere, but to summarise: great, go see now.) and now it refuses to leave me alone. At times, I feel as a replica of the fictionalised Charlie, on a bad day I share all his fears from the opening monologue — almost anyway. I don’t care about my hair, my self-image is nowhere near as messed up as his, and I’m much more afraid of death than he is. I even got the voice-over narration that tells me to do things I never end up doing. Which I reckon is a good thing, because some of the things this asshole suggests would make me end up in jail. I don’t think I would like that. But how do I know? I can only guess. Perhaps I should just let it go? Just to see where I end up, to see where the beast takes me. But I don’t think I would like that, the end is just as important as the journey because that’s where the consequences are.