Atomised
Fuiyoh, a title on my post after I don't know how many posts. A milestone? Heh, coincidental I call it.
Right. Atomised by Houellebecq. Pretty good shit. It's a cult book definitely. Along the lines of A clockwork orange or even, dare I say it, 1984. It's a satire not so much on society but more on the societal perception of love and emotions all fit nicely within a socio-biological frame. It's controversial, quirky, quite messed up really. But it's pretty good. I personally feel there should be a R18+ stamped on the cover of the book. But alas, maybe the libertarians of this world might disagree. And also worth a note, the book was written in French and translated. Probably explains the abundance of sex scene's.
Besides that I am excruciatingly bored. Holidays are a drag and staying in this godforsaken place doesn't quite help. I don't know what to do. I'd probably go play golf or something except i'ts been raining and the wind ain't helping either. I think I'm just tempted to go to town for the bleeding sake of it. Take a 1 hour tram ride to town and watch a movie and take another 1 hour tram ride back. If thats not a paradigm of nothing better to do I don't know what is. Maybe I go St Kilda while I'm at it, to Luna Park, on my own, in the middle of bloody winter, and get acquainted with the junkies. After all, it is Friday. Actually, thats not a bad idea.
On a tangent. Williams sister's final. Pretty confident bout that. Should be a buzz. So see ya later alligator I suppose.
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