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corpora lente augescent cito extinguuntur [Apr. 19th, 2008|10:31 am]
I can no longer listen to music. It brings tears to my eyes. It represents a world that I know is dying. When I listen to it I think of the millions who are about to die. I think of the cataclysm that is coming and I can't shake the images from my head. When this happens I come back again and again to the Decameron, a medieval book where a group of Florentines flee the city as the black death ravages the land. Destroying the world and killing everyone, or so it seemed. They retreat to a villa and tell each other stories as they wait for the plague to pass. I so often wish to do the same, to escape the evils I know are approaching me and mine, to retreat and lose myself in words. But there is no escape, not really. It has begun much earlier than even I thought, I wonder if those who have had the misfortune to be borne in an era of, not just difficulty, but disintegration, cursed the time of their birth. Disintegration, such a good word to describe the coming storm.

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