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| And so goes my life. Catch 22. A circle of circular reasoning that takes me around the world in 80 days, high and low and right back into the paradox of Catch 22. But mark my words. I will live forever--- or die trying. Catch 22. And so it goes. |
| Huh? Okay, so here's the breakdown. Saturday night, sitting at home, not up to much. Knock on my door. Half confused, half intrigued, half in fear---if that's at all possible---and I answer. Wam-Ka-POW! I'm on my back. Snap, flash, click, click, click. Impossible, I've just been bumrushed by the Paparazzi! Is it true? The Paparazzi? After Moi? It is true? (In a voice not unlike God's): NO, the POLICE have come for you...(echoes: you...you...you...). Mark the time---7:52. Dark smoky room, no windows. Man in suspendors, white collar shirt, rolled up sleeves. "I know what you have done," he assumes, "Now just admit it!" Condemning finger points, 2.75 inches away from my nose. "Did you or did you not do it?" "Do what?!?!?" "Thats what we're here to find out. What did you do?" In hysterical compulsion, "I thought you said you knew what I did." In triumphant glory of an anachronistic knight, "Exactly, I do know what you've done, but you don't know what you've done and if you just confess that you did what you and I both know you did, then it would be a lot easier for the both of us. Now, what did you do?" "Huh?" "Mister, she von't tell us vhat she has dun. How vill ve put her on trial?" asks the twitching German sidekick. "We'll find out what she did as soon as she finds out what she did." retorts the suspendor man. "But how will I find out what I did?" "You'll know once we accuse you of it!" "How can you accuse me if you don't know what I did?" "That's why we're waiting for you to tell us what you did!" "But I don't know what I did!" "We'll tell you what you did once you tell us what you did." Mark the time---7:51. We're back where we started. Huh? Proceed to the preceeding. Catch 22. |
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