Just to lower the tone a little now that there is, all going well, only three months left for this blog.
“Roses are red, violets are blue, I forget the rest, but I rooted your Mum”
- graffiti down the road in enormous, beautifully drawn chalk letters*
“Melbournians think they’re so good with their nice art galleries and everything. But we’ve got race war and finance capital”
- my friend Chris
*I am SO jealous that I have never thought of doing this, especially smack bang in the midst of my rapidly gentrifying neighbourhood (which, consequently, bears many signs of race war and finance capital).
Please stop talking to yourself constantly. Please. Please stop moaning and sighing and tut-tutting. Do you want attention? You seem to be in constant crisis. You jangle my nerves with your continuous distress. Please turn your mobile phone onto ’silent’ as it is always ringing. Please. Your ring tone is a hideous polyphonic mass of clanging muzak and it makes me want to die leave the room.
I don’t want to speak to you to tell you this. You are always angling to start a conversation that I fear will never end. I don’t have time to get into a conversation about your life. I want to work in silence. I’m most terribly grateful for a permanent space to work in but I am TRYING TO WRITE MY THESIS and my capacity for thankfulness, generosity, compassion etc are lower at the moment. I’m sorry that you can’t use a computer and you obviously have issues that require you to be constantly waveringly yelling down the phone and you seem to have been writing your PhD for about ten years and you have a lot of filing on backlog but OGOD PLEASE COULD YOU PLEASE JUST STOP IT KTHXBYE.
PS As for you, please stop it too. Thx.
PPS Of course this is related to the ostensible content of my blog. Here we have an example of the limits of deliberation.