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Entry tags: | ana lucia cortez, hugo "hurley" reyes, kate austen, man in black |
In the past few thousand years, I've lived on the island. I've read all kinds of literature brought to the island...mainly novels and comic books. It was, however, always more interesting to read people. To see all their little thoughts, their little sins and wonderments. It took some focus and wasn't exactly instantaneous, but the results were entertaining enough. A great deal of secrets, over thousands of years, and yet one thing about humanity remains the same: their incessant, consistent fucking mundanity.
Everyone is so concerned with the stupidest fears. Oh, what will the teacher think if I can't buy Amy better clothes....does my wife still love me, or did she ever love me....will I always be alone.....so many endless fucking thoughts punctuated by an overwhelming yet unaware desire to be miserable.
Las Vegas is a cross-section of America that is....interesting. Different, yet the same. People are vapid, cruel, and ultimately not worth it. But I'm in my own body. I can breathe and bleed again. So I'm the same. The same, but different. Funny. Kind of funny. Yeah.
There's only one person who was ever different from the rest of the rabble. His name was Mr Eko, and I think I felt some kinship with him. And maybe that frightened me, so that's why I killed him. Now that I'm free, more time for introspection and regret.
I wish I hadn't killed him. But when I did, I felt very close to being a human again...to being corrupt and cruel, and after that I started to think a little more. So much planning, and plotting and yearning...but it wasn't contact with humanity that made me so full of hate, no. It was being by myself. So maybe, in that way, people have some kind of worth.
I really need to think on this. And I have time, now. I have plenty of time and all the freedom I currently need.