Friday, 5 September 2008

This is not my beautiful house

There are no second acts in American lives. But I am not American. Where was I born? I don't know the place or time exactly, I wasn't my full self, but I've long felt that it was intentional.

We each live this mistake: that we were destined. It's childish and solipsistic. And sometimes it keeps us going, keeps us striving, to fulfil ourselves, in some place and time. I don't know where exactly.

1 comment:

Matt said...

Had to look 'solipsistic' up in the dictionary. What a cracking word!