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January 28th, 2003
I found this flier on Sunday when I was digging around my apartment for crap to put on the site. My friend Nick and I made a ton of these for our freshman class film screenings. Everybody made these lame ‘Personal Piece’ super 8 films with Symbolism and these fliers helped cement our reputations as jerks.
On the train home tonight, I was rooting around in my bag for something to read and found this Cioran book of aphorisms I’d been meaning to re-read. He’s one of those gloomy Europeans that lived through WWII, kinda cheery, like reading Primo Levi. Naturally, I really dug him when I was a teenager. Here’s a random example, “I long to be free, desparately free. Free as the stillborn are free.” And I was all, ‘ugh’, like if it was a cartoon, the ugh would be in some distressed thought bubble, almost stinky seeming. I started to think a little bit about how it’s sad when stuff doesn’t hold up, or is embarrassingly rancidly dumb. But I didn’t have to dwell on this too long cause I had today’s Post in my bag as well and the headline was about a copycat crime where a kid decapitated his mom as homage to The Sopranos.
