Tuesday, March 28, 2006

On Writing

From that site that Jerf mentioned that I mentioned awhile back:

At the end of the day, why do we write? We write to remember, we write to be remembered, we write to discover who we are, or determine it for others. Our words will always outlive us, immortalizing us if not always powerful enough to make us immortal. Although if we choose our words well, there will always be a way back to life, a way to and fro through time. Someone will always feel us like it was yesterday, someone will smell our skin again, if we choose our words well.

If we choose our words well there need not always be a last. If we choose our words well there will always be a way to find us.

I have chosen my words. They are:

There are motherfucking snakes on the motherfucking plane.

2 comments:

Murchie said...

Becoming seriously concerned that you all are just falling in to the trap of the first ever movie designed specifically for low-cost viral marketing.

christopher said...

Oh, Colin. You say, "trap." I say, "warm embrace."