My mother used to refer to skinny people as ‘not so far through as a bus ticket.’ I wonder how that translates into French.
I think I’m in one of my ‘would you like me to fall apart where I’m standing, or should I go and rust away quietly in a corner somewhere?’ moods. Brain the size of a planet...
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Bonjour.
I got into Pratt. The school with the unfortunate name, yes, but I am happy.
I actually thought that french anon might have been you!
Good. I'm very pleased for you, Zoe. Where is Pratt, BTW?
Not me. I gave up following the string when I stopped understanding all of it!
Brooklyn, NY.
I have no idea who it is. It's sort of strange... it doesn't sound like anyone I know, but who else would take the time to read and comment on my blog? His/her weariness is affecting me.
He/she seems like a thinking sort with an understanding of Vedic or related philosophy. The thinking sort tends to get weary occasionally! Don't we just know it!!
My concern was that his/her intial comments presumed a meaning to the original question that might not have been accurate, and might, therefore, have been unhelpful. I must admit, that irritated me slightly, though it shouldn't because it's none of my business. I'm surprised that you're affected by the comments of a stranger, but then you ever were a bit mysterious.
Brooklyn, eh? I hope they've improved navigation on the subway system since I was there. That was a long time ago.
You're right, the anon did presume a meaning to the original question that had not been present. There was a pretty big leap from what I originally intended to what we ended the conversation with.
Strangers are often the most honest of people.
I'm told that they have, though the G-train has a roundabout way of getting to other boroughs.
The word verification for this post was "swarg." I laughed.
Zoe, I've been wearily trying to decipher what your crazy new French anon beau is saying, and I think their usage of the cogito at first wasn't so much a response to your original question on your blog post, rather a response to this:
"By now we've proven it's impossible to prove existence. For all you know, we might just be little traces of insanity, little bits of dreams, all sharing space. We could be anything, and since we're all in your mind...you can make us do whatever needs to happen."
Just my perspective, but I seem to find it more fitting that he/she would use Cartesian logic to disagree with the second anon and justify existence, rather than answering your question of whether anyone really is out there.
Maybe the tiresome riddles also hint at the possibility that if people are out there, they are not particularly tangible - purposefully, unintentionally, yet another unanswered question.
Zoe: For me, honest strangers don't stay strangers very long. So they have a G-train now, do they? What's one of those? We've gone big into trams in Britain over the last few years. Why is 'swarg' funny? Am I being dim?
Anon: Welcome to our parlour.
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