9 Oktober 2008
I’m acutely aware of my defact.
Gosh…a lot of coming in a second thought. I’m being glutton for i have in mind. Glutton eh?...is that even a word.
People values of what i’ve reached in life. But none of them pleasant.
Defact, yeah right…it so represent my own madness. But someone must be believe…Foucoult does. Madness is’nt exist. I call it desire, may be “hope” would be better. Believe it or not i’ve been restless for a half of my journey. Try to multiply with my age!. For every single deep breath, for every wink, for everytime I close my eyes, for each question I have in mind.
But none of them would acknowledge every single faults they trying to constraint. For them who reproach me, for them who trying to doctrine, for them who even knowing me better.
I’m so incredibly restless. It’s my superego…if you read Freudian previously.
I’m just trying to constructed yet intensely felt, subject issues vital to humanity: the agonies and ecstasies of love, sexuality, the unfathomable nature of death, the horrors of war, God and religious belief, the importance of humor, and other things the people believes. I’m not trying to threaten anybody.
I’m just…keep my “personal cube” alive!