paris

i think i want to judge time as "Before EICAR" and "After EICAR" from now on.

"When were you born?"
"Oh about 24 B.E."
"B.E.?"
"Before EICAR."

this place - its people, my friends - its all just too ridiculous to follow traditional notions of time and space. and i just keep laughing at this mess, at all this failure, as if it's the biggest, most expensive practical joke since the staged moon landing. and i dont furrow my brows at all this either. it really is fun, and i think i'd be completely bored if i had attended some reputable, organized school.