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Going to see Pirates 2 tonight with E and B. I'm not as excited as I ought to be.
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I could imagine myself living on a commune. Falling in love, then running away to mossy hills where I'd wear bright peasant skirts and bake fresh bread, and we'd both write at night. Somewhere between Galt's Gulch from Atlas Shrugged and Harmony from The Traveler. Oh, the neo-Luddite in me (the one who uses a noisy typewriter and grows vegetables in the back garden) is warring with the techie nerd who reads Wired and Slashdot.
Is it cowardly to withdraw, or brave? I'm reminded a little uneasily of the hikikomori.
I wish everything weren't so confusing. I wish I were in love.
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I could imagine myself living on a commune. Falling in love, then running away to mossy hills where I'd wear bright peasant skirts and bake fresh bread, and we'd both write at night. Somewhere between Galt's Gulch from Atlas Shrugged and Harmony from The Traveler. Oh, the neo-Luddite in me (the one who uses a noisy typewriter and grows vegetables in the back garden) is warring with the techie nerd who reads Wired and Slashdot.
Is it cowardly to withdraw, or brave? I'm reminded a little uneasily of the hikikomori.
I wish everything weren't so confusing. I wish I were in love.
