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May 13th, 2005


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02:59 am - a conversation from a book i hope to write someday
He sat outside on the porch nursing his drink. “See Myra, I don’t hate Nazis anymore. I mean, I think what they did was horrible, but they thought what they were doing was right.”
“How can you say that? You’re great-grandparents were killed in the Holocaust!”
“I know, I know, but I’m not talking about individuals here. It’s funny you bring that up though. Why should I even care? I can appreciate that if it weren’t for them I wouldn’t be alive today, but otherwise why should I regard their lives on a higher plane than I regard anyone else? If life is meaningless shouldn’t that include all life?”
“To an extent, but what about our lives? It’s inevitable that you become emotionally attached to the people you’re close to. Therefore, not all life is meaningless.”
“You have a point darling, but just because life is meaningless doesn’t mean you can’t care about anything. We all need other people to help define ourselves in the midst of nothingness. Without other people who would we be?”
He had little conversations about philosophy with his girlfriend, but he never really conveyed all of his beliefs about life. To do so would be impossible, unless he could open up his head and show her all of his ideas. Often he wished he could do this, as well as show people his entire personal history. The boy had experienced a great deal of life for someone so young and he felt people would understand him more if they had lived his life.
Current Mood: pensivepensive
Current Music: none at the moment. but mad 2-pac all night.

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From:vocalnoises
Date:May 13th, 2005 04:21 am (UTC)
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nursing is the wrong verb.

i like the dialogue, i'd include more description with movements to give better imagery of the scene. Naked words have a hard time standing all alone

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