Saturday, February 10, 2007

Maribu: Yeah, sometimes it's tough to follow dreams
Pianoman: A lot tougher than we believe when we're kids
Maribu: Oh, don't I know it
Pianoman: Do you have any seemingly unattainable dreams?
Maribu: I feel like I've gotten pretty cynical about that lately. I used to have a bunch and then, I don't know, I got too... well "grown up"...
Maribu: I'm having trouble finding another word for that
Maribu: Have you read Le Petit Prince
Pianoman: no
Maribu: Hmm, okay, just a sec...
Maribu: The way he described 'grown-ups' so... I don't know strict...
Maribu: If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?"
Maribu: When you grow up, you forget
Maribu: You don't remember how important the things that really make life so wonderful are
Maribu: I used to just lie in my bed and think, contemplate
Maribu: It was wonderful
Maribu: And I would write so much
Maribu: I wanted to be a writer and I wanted to travel all over the place
Maribu: I still do want to travel, but I've really no means

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