Fractal Cities

My urban menthor once told me that when from many places I'm having the same references or share parts of ideas, that means I'm moving in the right direction. Similar to my ex's words regarding deja vús, so I'm confirmed to be tracing a correct path so far. I pick up Michael Batty's Fractal Cities and it carries a Hugh Kenner (only god knows) sentence. Notice the time unit:

 

"...as big a picture as this century has seen".

Project to take decades of my sweetest youth

The maze I'm placed is a construction of the men evolving during the last three or four centuries. We can't be absent to the idea of last century and so last half has presented the most volatility and such record will not stay stuck, but as hard as it is it can be told a tendence into action and consequent thought of the anytime modern men, of which it's not to be hidden I'm the last stage of the mentioned progression. I'm charging the weight on blame and sin from people three hundred years before me (First question: how many people have lived, more than the increasing thousand million we are right now?)

 

I plan to find my way through by the development of a theatrical play whose mission is the one of resemble the process of guilt forge into myself. The deal does not reside in the writing of the book but it does in the finding of such book. It's assumed to be a philosophy book I'm entitled to turn into a play. Shall I be one of the characters, of course.

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance

This man sees her longing for her initiative

He loves her but without her favour it can't be

There is a man of him capable of such waiting

Soon he will propose sex, and it will be delightful

People don't want solutions, that's Aristotheles call

I came from Cali where we won 4 awards for a job I'm not actually very proud and with an ache I have no choice to welcome in permanent basis, and that will refurbish me and around over and over.

 

I'm losing it academically and there'll never be evidence for whether (I'M MAKING A GOOD CHOICE OR NOT, IF IT TOUCHES ME) I am the wrong one or is the entire universe so full of shit.

 

SOME OTHER TIME

 

This day I wake to is a hangover of ruined principles by art of mind. Pain will cross me as it is now with the thousand million we are. An English billion, all of us so busy with our own worldsaver businesses, there is no time for anything else but our own pain.

 

However, day by day I transform my very own deep problematique, not to fix it (it actually enhances) but to make it soothe. Then I get to be with her and pleasure a stranger that habits me only once with her. As soon as I kiss her goodbye, the stranger flees.

 

Somebody loves her and leaves me at the first hint of doubt

Somebody lusts for her and replies me the questions she doesn't seem willing to answer

Another being is capable of such rethoric and loveful words. Christ.