"a ideia é tornar os pensamentos diferentes impossíveis e, se estes começarem a decorrer, relegar as alternativas para a terra do nunca da irresponsabilidade derradeira, onde zelotas idealistas e mal informados enraivecem loucamente, inspirando apenas os que são facilmente enganados."
geografia do poder-richard peet
26 de setembro de 2010
à espera da manhã seguinte.
pensei em entrar nos serviços académicos para rasgar os computadores e destruir os papéis à paulada. houve coisas que quis que soubesses, mas que nunca cheguei a dizer-te. há mais empresas municipais do que municípios. há milhares de fundações e parcerias público-privadas do mais inútil que se possa pensar. logo, um aumento de impostos não me parece propriamente imprescindível. escrevo sentado à espera que a chuva caia e leve as minhas palavras. fui ao médico e o meu estômago aconselhou-me a deixar de beber. se todos os anúncios de emprego pretenderem pessoas com experiência profissional nunca receberei um ordenado. faço uma reconceptualização dos meus conceitos a cada cinco minutos. entro na sala a dizer que tudo vai correr bem, quando sei que tudo vai correr mal e que me vou magoar. sinto-me assustado por não estar assustado com a palavra neoliberalismo. os especialistas, que não a conhecem, dizem ser extremamente perigosa. fiquei tão absorvido pelos sons da água e das árvores a baloiçar ao ritmo do vento que pensei estar sozinho no mundo. quando sais o tempo pára e fica a olhar fixamente para mim. recebi uma carta registada a avisar que estou morto.
20 de setembro de 2010
the spirit is here.
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princípio de uma nova existência.
caminhava a pé. era noite. havia luzes nas janelas. conseguia sentir-se o cheiro a pessoas. imaginava como seriam aquelas vidas. como seriam aquelas pessoas. tudo me parecia incómodo, feio, mau. mas por mais morto que tudo aquilo estivesse, o desejo de alimentar-me daquelas vidas tornava-se a necessidade de uma vida. da minha vida.
14 de setembro de 2010
5 de setembro de 2010
miopia liberal.
já em 74 o bruno leoni estranhava que fossem os economistas os principais defensores da liberdade individual. passados mais de 30 anos, verificar que o leoni ainda tem razão causa-me algum transtorno intelectual. concluo que os filósofos já não existem, os juristas estão velhos e os senhores cientistas da política adormecidos.
3 de setembro de 2010
you gave me the answer you're looking for.
"this is not love. this is just an idea of something."
by mr. z
by mr. z
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