El bloc del moment

Arribant gairebé a la fi de l'últim bloc del moment -sempre deixo en blanc els dos primers fulls i l'últim, manies-, faig un repàs a trocets d'alleujament dels dos últims anys (sóc dispersa amb els meus gargots, a estones m'apeteix dibuixar en aquest quadernet, en ocasions ha de ser en paper especial, la majoria en el bloc del moment). Miro, retoco per última vegada sobre traços de les meves jo passades, (recordo que necessito un escaner nou) i dono un passi al meu afany d'exhibicionisme:

btw: adéu

[pseudo-tribute to my former "eye" template]

Kurt Vonnegut Jr., 1922-2007 - "So it goes"

"I do feel that evolution is being controlled by some sort of divine engineer. I can't help thinking that. And this engineer knows exactly what he or she is doing and why, and where evolution is headed. That’s why we’ve got giraffes and hippopotami and the clap."

"We're terrible animals. I think that the Earth's immune system is trying to get rid of us, as well it should. "

"You realize, of course, that everything I say is horseshit."

"Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again. "

Vonnegut's eight rules list for writing a short story:
"1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things -- reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them -- in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages."

"I've had a hell of a good time, I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you any different."

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC

només jo sabré de què parlo?

La vergonya no té cap lloc: ho confesso, tinc por. I encara que hagi arribat a pensar que el pitjor sentiment és la decepció, la veritat és que la por a la decepció és encara més traïdor, vil, baix i repugnant. No tenir valor de dir les coses, amb por a sentir-les, sentint com l'angoixa es va fent fort en el teu pit cada dia per la incertesa que et crea la inseguretat, és sempre por de perdre'l, de fer-lo malament, que t'oblidin, de no ser capaç d'oblidar-lo mai, de donar massa de tu i que després no siguis capaç de reunir suficients peces de tu mateix per a aixecar-te i seguir caminant, de no tornar a notar aquesta presència, que s'acabin les paraules que reps o vols rebre, que no et recordi quan tu si ho fas, por de que totes aquestes paraules un dia no siguin ni paraules, tan sol paroleria, xerrameca. O potser només tenim por a viure perquè tenim por a no ser capaces de viure, que no ens doni temps.

I knew something was wrong in the air today...

Li van posar "La Injecció" avui. Ahir estava, i avui ja no. Sense més. I fi.