Correspondence

"I have trancended the Mind-at-Large and its chryselephantine transfigurations and now understand the Is-ness of life. After all, my considerations have left me with this and much after it: I am God."
a complete letter received by anh from her cousin.

"...the qoute that is the qoute is now this: IMMORTALIZE ME. It is not merely a statement, oh no; it is a demand from one who is determained to conquer the world. Thus, with many of us ambitious fools wanting to be God and even greater, the cry 'IMMORTALIZE ME' shall reverberate throughout the world and all its pathetic aspiration. So therefore I propose that one should not EVER make it known that one wishes to conquer the world - just like that little fucker who stole all the candy at birthday parties never did."
taken from a letter received from a friend, anh.

" How can art relieve pain? It cannot. How can writing relieve pain? It cannot. I recommend that you either-
1) Contemplate a cracked wall,
2) Track down worms and feed them ( it will leave you smiling with tears in your eyes and a pain in your heart at your own compassion - not to mention a sense that you have freinds and that they will never desert you, not like damn humanoids who will desert you the first chance they get when they find that you don't really have any money or that you smell),
3) Consider dead rose petals (it is enlightenment of the highest form), or
4) Say 'apple' relentlessly and obsessively so that before long you forget about your initial problem and start thinking of the fundamental necessity of not only apples, but of the word, in all of its heavenly splendor. Trust me. "
taken from a letter received from anh.

"But if this is the beginning of the end it has been rather unexciting. Storms, rain... yawn. All this cause is for me to sit in my room feeling cold and depressed. Where are the aliens? The looters? The rioters? The mutant freaks? The extremist terrorists? The sucicidal cults? Godzilla? King Kong? Allen Ginsberg/Jack Kerouac/Einstein/Elvis Presley/John Lennon/Kurt Cobain/Jimmi Hendrix/ King Nebebcabnezzor/Jesus reincarnated as one giant genius superfreak? The Loch Ness Monster? Bigfoot? Giant cockroaches from Planet Mars come to take over the world and eat humanity? Nowhere. Instead, we have rain. So instead of social upheaval and mass hysteria, we get wet. A rather pathetic end to a civilization."
- taken from a letter to anh from grace

My experiences with human contact have left me yearning for something more. Somewhere, there must be someone interested in talking about anything for hours on end, someone who can accept friendship without needing to hurt me occasionally to demonstrate his or her power. But for now, what else can I do but stay in my room, desperately slamminng down thoughts on paper to convince myself that I have chosen the right path in looking for something more than petty fights, whilst I listen to Billie Holiday's 'Gloomy Sunday'? Ah me, there is nothing. Adieu.
- taken from a letter to anh from grace