Thursday, July 09, 2009

Day FortyTwo - We Are You Are We


Crazy Penis - You Are We
pressed in 2003

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Have you seen all these faces?

Have you noticed that, in some strange way, they all look alike? Is there not something that makes them all resemble each other, an invisible thread that joins their souls? When you look into the faces of these quiet creatures who don't know how to tell stories - who are mute, who can't make themselves heard, who fade into the woodwork, who only think of the perfect answer after the fact, after they're back home, who can never think of a story that anyone else will find interesting - is there not more depth and more meaning in them? You can see every letter of every untold story swimming on their faces, and all the signs of silence, dejection, and even defeat. You can even imagine your own face in those faces, can't you?



How many we are, how much anguish we all carry, and how helpless most of us are in the face of the world!
- Orhan Pamuk (cut)

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