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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

There are usually only two reasons for a prolonged silence on my blog: one is that I'm so giddy and happy with life that I don't have a moment in which to sit down and make a note of everything, because it's all too exciting and I have to just keep on experiencing every moment, y'all. The other reason - the one that's kept us all apart for so long this time round - is because I'm too miserable and uninspired to think about writing about anything but the one thing that's bugging me, and I can't bring myself to document it because writing things down (and posting them on the internet for the world to find) makes them true, and this is one of the many things that I don't want to be true.

But then I came across a passage in one of my text books this evening while I'm trying (and failing) to study. This passage spoke to me. I'd like to share it with the group:

Imagine a happy group of morons who are engaged in work. They are carrying bricks in an open filed. As soon as they have stacked all the bricks at one end of the field, they proceed to transport them to the opposite end. This continues without stop and everyday of every year they are busy doing the same thing. One day one of the morons stops long enough to ask himself what he is doing. He wonders what purpose there is in carrying the bricks. And from that instant on he is not quite as content with his occupation as he had been before.

I am the moron who wonders why is carrying the bricks.

Make of that what you will.


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