Inferno.
"When I was a boy my mother used to say that hell was the painless place where everything has been forgotten."
"That doesn't sound so bad."
"It couldn't be worse."
"Why?"
"Because there is no love. That's why there is no pain."
They walked beneath a milky sky shot with patches of insistent blue. Anselm looked up and asked, "Then what's heaven?"
"An inferno where you burn remembering all that should be remembered."
-The Sixth Lamentation, William Brodrick.
I was reading this book in camp when I came across this, and I just had to write it down. I don't know what's so attractive about this passage though. I guess I'm able to relate to it on a more subconscious level, and so I subconsciously took it down word for word.
I'm so going to Swen..no I mean I'm so going to the library later to borrow any book penned by William Brodrick. Since I'm going on a driving course organized by The Organization, and thus have to spend countless hours waiting for my fellow course mates to drive, I might as well spend my time productively like I've been doing so since my time in SCS.
I don't need to pick up a new language to feel like I've spent quality time in SAF, I just need to read more good books.
Who is reading this anyway? I mean like ultimately it doesn't matter who reads this or not, but it'd be nice to know which of my friends have too much free time, and who is stalking me.
Because from what I see, your posts are disturbingly similar to mine. Won't you talk to me? Or if you're really this shy and want me to take the initiative, you can quote my aforementioned quote and say something really weird like "I read this book and decided to quote this" and I'd talk to you like as if I didn't know you were stalking me.
Sense: I make none.
Khatib camp isn't very fun, in the sense that I can see HDB flats all around me and at night the corridors are lit and I get so very homesick. So near yet so far.
Good night.
-- 9/18/2011 02:42:00 AM
