There are no human beings. No definition exists. We’re unique. Life is a work in progress and animals aren’t at a discrete distance from each other. Even were there a working definition of a ‘human being’, prince charles is clearly not one. His looks give him away.

Princess di lived a real-life fairy tale, a mythical existence.
Plucked from relative obscurity, transformed into a princess and then trapped in a palace, imprisoned by her stature and suffering the indignity of having the man who put her on a pedestal – the one which would end up killing her – cheat on her with a horse. She was doomed.
She remained a celebrity, and therefore a princess after her divorce (celebrity being royalty) but the palace can’t be so easily escaped and the myth not at all. The price of leaving the palace was death; the inevitable conclusion, the third act of a story that waited patiently for her to rush into.

Time has loops. Pictures that fold.

Someone named Sven, a friend of mine once, dumps a revolver into a public trash-can in England. Years later, in a different country, he goes to a public trash-can and pulls out a dog. Only an idiot would deny the extricated dog isn’t the gun he threw in.

Years ago a wolf came so close and looked at nini, an ex-gf and at me in the desert. I now know the wolf was me in the future, coming in a different guise. All I/him really wanted, so scared and cast out is the fish next to the other me, who shone a light in my face.

I guess a great many people felt that way inclined.. Had to stop myself and remember that Murray was only a frontman,  a prop! Another match where Federer faces himself. One arm behind is back. Terrible feelings.

I wonder.. can someone be brainwashed into believing he’s someone else? Could either one of them have been brainwashed to believe they’re the other? Just how authentic would Kurt have been as Michael? What sort of music would he have made?

Brainwashing.. nlp? hypnosis planting in memories and associations, pleasurable ones following from imagined choices to give these memories life? Endless repetition?

If anyone here has helpful knowledge of how to brainwash someone and to what extent, please comment!

Mostly, we’re too bored to develop a long, lingering curiosity. We won’t even catch a cold.

Listen to Kurt Cobain singing”in the someday what’s that sound?”.

It blows me. I listen and think this question is worth dying for!

Kurt listened more intently, was more curious.

Some questions have sentries around their gates.

You’ll die not knowing. Or in others, curiosity will carry you – alive – to its answer beyond life.

On the plus side, a blessed side-effect is that it also acts as a pain-killer.

Even the most hideous figures will tower on a pedestal.
Few will look exquisite.

You’re a teenager and you have pedestals everywhere. Get older and you’ve discarded them.  Rejoice at looking at everyone at eye-level,  flattening your world.

Mirca looks vaguely worried when he plays, distracting herself typing sms’s, her hands hidden behind her purse. When Federer fails, the next few weeks are painted in fierce dark grays. Off-court, Roger’s human. On court, he’s a demi-God.

Whomever is on the other side of the net, Federer’s opponent is Federer.
Can he win? If he doesn’t, what hope for the rest of us?

Today, he played like the old version of himself, I mean the young one. The broken pieces glued together.
Will it ever become seamless or at least, as they say the Japanese do, will the cracks be filled with gold?