Dead Dog

I saw a dead dog the other day.

It had been hit by a car.

Its owner was screaming.

The dog was lying in a pool of blood.

Paris swirled on around it.

Its owner screamed.

Waiting For A Bus

I'm waiting for a bus and I'm thinking about nothing.

You can't actually think about nothing so what I'm thinking about is nothing in particular.

Thinking about nothing in particular means that I'm thinking about several things.

So I'm waiting for a bus and I'm thinking about several things.

But I'm not really thinking about several things, several things are going through my head but I'm not reflecting on them.

So I'm waiting for a bus and I'm not thinking about several things.

Not thinking about several things means that I'm not thinking.

And if I'm not thinking then I must be dead.

So why am I waiting for a bus if I'm dead?

The Five Martyrs of the Lycée Buffon

I had a meeting the other day in the Place des Cinq Martyrs du Lycée Buffon.
It refers to five schoolboys from the local Lycée Buffon who starting in 1940, aged between 15 and 18, committed acts of resistance against the occupying Nazi forces. These developped from minor acts of sabotage to actual armed attacks. In 1943, they were captured, executed by firing squad, and their bodies thrown in a communal pit.
The meeting went well.

What Other People Think

They say you shouldn't worry what other people think.
I think this is wrong.
Because you don't know what other people think, so what you're actually doing is thinking what other people think.
To say you shouldn't worry about what other people think is actually to say you shouldn't worry about your own thinking.
And this is something you should worry about.
Although I think you probably think differently.

Freedom Of Thought

"Hey Max."

"Hey Max."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to understand."

"Undestand what?"

"Me. People. Everything."

"How's that going?"

"Not very well."

"So why bother?"

"Good question."

"So what are you doing now?"

"I'm trying to understand why I shouldn't."

Who Watches The Watchmen?

There was a road race on.
People stopped walking in the street and watched other people run by in the street.
They watched people running by.
Because watching people running by is fascinating.
I didn't get it.
I shook my head.
I stopped and watched the people watching the people running by.
Because watching people watching people running by is that much more interesting.

Hedonic Adaptation

So I get off a plane that has just flown me across the Atlantic while I watched movies and I check e-mails on my phone and then I eat sushi while I shop on the internet and my parents video call me from abroad and I take a hot bath whilst listening to jazz and crawl into bed but I forgot to switch off the main light and don't want to get back up so now I'm pissed off.