It is easier to delete mails but lot more difficult to throw/tear pieces of paper. Have you ever felt this way. I have. There is only one piece of poetry I ve ever lost (oh yes I do go to extremes sometimes, but u ve been spared the torture of having to read it), and I remember having faired it out on the comp.
Maybe I belong to a gerene who find paper romantic. I ve grown up writing on paper, I guess that's why. What about the the forthcoming generation; that which has discovered bytes before alphabets. I doubt if they ll ever feel the same way towards paper. What's the useless discourse about anyway.... yet it reminds me, 1984 begins with the protagonist's discovering the pleasures of paper.
So many people think so many thinks during the course of the day. So many thought cross one's mind. Some, maybe a meager 5% record an even percentage, lets say 1%. And just with so little in the pipeline, we already have rooms full of archive, zillionbytes of bandwidth taken and and god knows what.
This small piece of writing is no solace for my exploding mind, throttling with some or the other thought throughout the day (and worse at night).
Yet I am trying to make some sense of all this nonsensie.
p.s. need sometime time on my own.....yeah november rain.
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