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Hello! I'm Victor, and here you shall find many of my ramblings about many things. Most are in a sort of essay type form, though there are also a number of poems, plays, letters, and other assorted forms. They're about a wide variety of things, you'll just have to read them to find out, though their titles generally get it across. Also take a look at the Old Quotes section for the old quotes of the week, which is by far where most of the rambliness is.
Please note that everything here is written by me, Victor. If it's not there will be a notation or something obvious like that. Sure you can take inspiration from it, but copying is plagiarism. I don't really care, but I'd like some credit like anyone else. That, and I don't want you to get in trouble if you're caught by a teacher or something.
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Quote of the Month
I visited the St. Lawrence Market for the first time in many years today. The last time I'd been was, I think, way back in grade five, when we had passed through there for lunch during a school trip. Back then I was much smaller, of course, but it seemed just as big today. If you have never been, the Market is a two-story building, with a high, warehoused cieling, filled with stalls of people selling all manner of things. The place was beautiful, it was so filled with life - people everywhere - and although it took some getting used to to handle the crowds, in time I learned to recognise that these weren't the crowds that I knew from malls or supermarkets, filled with purpose and want, but instead they were like the tides: pulled by something as vague as the moon, going where it was convenient. And the entire place was filled with little things - people talking at length about the taste of cheese, employees of adjacent stalls having rubber band wars with each other when business slowed, fish with their faces caved in, passersby offering their compliments on the booming voice of a produce saleswoman. It was all these little things that filled the place with life; with a soild type of humanity that was like a warmth within. And although it was a place for consumption, it lacked the cool uncaringness that most stores and shops have. It was a lesson. It was a breath of fresh air, in a world where most forms of activism come from angry singers you'll never meet, or phones left to rot on telephone poles, or people who act for the good of 'the people' without stopping to think about who the people are. I didn't want to leave. But I did, of course: I stepped out into the slow snow and tried to hold on to the experience. Within minutes, looking out on the street filled with SUV's with tinted windows I couldn't see into, my words sounded trite.
-This quote brought to you by: Katy |
Future developments
More rambles will come, and I'll try to get those pictures to work. The rambles look a little sparse without those pictures.
I'm thinking of starting up another section that will be updated regularly, like the quote of the week. I was thinking of maybe starting up a symbol of the month section or something. I'd look into the meaning of symbols such as the cross, swastika, pentagram and such.
I'm also thinking about starting up a section about different views on "Life, The Universe, and Everything" just because I think it would be interesting to see different viewpoints.
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New Ramblings
Swinging
What's new around here?
January 26, 2004
No need to worry! I have not forgotten the site. Just been a bit busy is all. But rest assured that soon i shall have new pictures, and new writtings, and new rambles. Eventually...
Until then, enjoy December's quote of the month, brought to you unknowingly by Katy. I read it a long while back, and thought it was really good. It was actually going to be December's quote, but instead it found its way to January. |
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