| I always feel a little down on the first day of the year and this year was no exception. One gets a little breather as the old year ends and then bang! the new year is already underway; in fact, I have just slept through many hours of it.
And this year is really going to be an ugly, racist bastard. I'm not the kind who can just ignore everything they call "the social construction of reality"-- I can operate parallel to it, I guess, but I still can't achieve total oblivion.
I found two quotes that describe this feeling. One from GK Chesterton:
Like any man, he was coward enough to fear great force; but he was not quite coward enough to admire it.
and this one from Samuel Beckett, with a weird pre-echo of a familiar American voice:
Then the gnashing ends, or it goes on, and one is in the pit, in the hollow, the longing for longing gone, the horror of horror, and one is in the hollow, at the foot of all the hills at last, the ways down, the ways up, and free, free at last, for an instant free at last, nothing at last.
2012! It could be good. |
