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September 25, 2006

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings, Death, Life.
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The pall of death.Gloomy, all-encompassing, terrifying. Everybody is dying, all of a sudden. Dying physically, mentally, ideologically… man kills himself (alcoholic, father of five, no money), woman, 33, hangs herself. From a hook in the ceiling, meant for a fan. The man or the woman? Doesn’t matter. The horror remains. Driver, owner of Santro car, murders Belgian employer. Stab wounds…22 of them. Knife breaks-broken bit stuck in body. Stops only because knife breaks. I’m supposed to be fascinated by these stories, according to some thinkers. Man is supposed to have some inherent streak of animality. The desire to kill is translated into a mad rush to cementify the world. I don’t think any of these murders could fascinate anyone. It could make them despair, and arouse in them the coldest of fears. What if instead of them, it was us? What if we had a family that we weren’t sure we wanted and had no income? What if I were an alcoholic, never mind how I became an alcoholic-if I’m an alcoholic, I’m an alcoholic with no way out. What would I do? What if someone I disagreed with decided I needed to die? How long have you or I in this reality?

 

There’s not much time left

I’m coming.

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1. diana - September 25, 2006

u write really well.
are you scared of death?

“I’m supposed to be fascinated by these stories, according to some thinkers. Man is supposed to have some inherent streak of animality. The desire to kill is translated into a mad rush to cementify the world. I don’t think any of these murders could fascinate anyone. It could make them despair, and arouse in them the coldest of fears.”

— death is fascinating to many people. did u hear of the 25 yr old indian called Gill or something recently involved in a school shooting modelled on the columbine episode? think it was in montreal. he killed a woman, injured 19 and killed himself after. death fascinates him and ppl like him.
what about BTK he was fascinated by the sickest types of murder.
well there are heaps of ppl. manson, sobhraj…… list is endless.

i dunno i think there are different levels of the heart.. from ultrasoft to ultracorroded… and to us somewhere-in-betweens, this things may be chilling and horrifying but to the hardened extremes this could just be like another turn on. motivation. competition. stuff like that

would u run if i decided u needed to die?
would u trust me at the ‘level of heart’ i seem to be at?
or can everyone be a dorian gray

2. pallavi - September 26, 2006

beautifully articulated !

3. sporadicblogger - September 27, 2006

diana- no, im not afraid to die. quite the opposite, infact, im morbidly interested in the other side. Morbid? bad word. Its a scientific curiosity that I feel. What is horrifying to me, and what I’m trying to get across, is the break down of relationships. Of a life so frustrating that you feel you need to take your life. The taking your life part doesnt bother me nearly as much as the desparate situation does. The man who committed suicide made me feel guilty for having so much when he didn’t.

Also, the thinkers mentioned(we were discussing this in class) feel that ordinary citizens (not the pathological ones like Gill) take a morbid interest in gory stories of murder and destruction. Ordinary citizens who would not raise a knife themselves(they would WANT to, but wouldn’t, instead would let out that animalistic urge in ‘civilising’ the world-by means of erecting buildings, constructing and adding more man-made-ities to the world)

What also scares me is that these situationsm especially that of the Belgian lady, are so impersonal- you can insert anybody into the setting- which is constant.

It is Kaliyug and it will end. It has to. The cycle will complete and begin again.

Pallavi-thanks 😀


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