Pagan Poetry

I finally watched "Il Postino" yesterday night... and was so completely overwhelmed I couldn't form coherent thought for the next few hours.

Why was I in shock? I can't really say for sure. Maybe it was how astonishing it was that a person could affect another person so completely. Maybe it was the indescribable beauty of the depth of human emotions from a simple man like the postman Mario.

Dunno lar... maybe I just think too much. Ought to get me a lobotomy some day, probably save me lots of braincells that keep dying from me pondering inconsequential things.

mood

Translation:
Nemo nisi mors.

the subject

utopist. dreamer. cynic. poet. a contradiction. eccentric. cartesian. a starlight in the gloom.

The patient, born in 1984, suffers from a history of idealism of unknown onset and duration.

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