Trevor's blog has got me wishing that I had some Bradbury to read. I just got back from a long walk in my grandmother's neighborhood, and all I can think of is stars, asphalt, and sodium-vapor streetlights.
I'm getting so old, too fast... I'm only fifteen, and already I have to make an effort to keep from being swept away in the idiotic flow of society...
So many people, walking around with their brains off, thinking they're seeing some big picture, and I want to scream at them: Pay attention to the small stuff, and you'll realize you're not seeing any big picture at all; find the grand scale of things in a microcosm; find the Universe in Orion's Belt.
I don't want to go to college; I don't want to spend my whole life working at a desk so that I can pretend to enjoy my brief vacations...
Sometimes I think that if I followed my instincts, I'd go off and be a farmer, or something like it - something with huge, sunny, wide-open spaces in the daytime and stars chilling the landscape with cold illumination at night...
Why do I need college? Isn't there some way to fall in love with someone I can love my whole life, and live quietly and peacefully, and count the meteors as they hurl themselves into oblivion?
posted on Sunday, March 09, 2003
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