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    Яαgιи Яαvєи
    Cairo, Egypt
    Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
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Picture this

A picture is worth a thousand words… or so they say.

We write poetry and diaries in order to vent or express. School articles served that a bit too when we were younger. They also added educational material from time to time.

Why is it that whenever we read a novel or a piece of poetry by a certain someone we insist on seeing the face behind the words?

Why do we get bummed out when we check a blogger's profile and find it empty, with nothing but an answer to a stupid random question and sometimes not even that?

Why do we build assumptions about a person's personality or childhood trauma or financial status based on a chain of words or an opinion about a specific issue? A complexion of letters wouldn't, shouldn't say much.

Don't people have the right to escape their personal world and their mirrors and log into a kaleidoscope of thought, even if it's only for a few minutes everyday?

Isn't that the how and why of the origin of filmmaking?

Bertolt Brecht, a German dramatist once said that people remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.

Sure some posts immediately throw in the image of a stressed out individual or a suicidal one. Sure you can instantly assume that this person is cool and that one's dull. Why would you assume that that blogger is a person in the first place?

Why would I want to meet you or see your picture?

Why do readers act as therapists when they log in to comment on a post? Why do they even pretend to be your friends?

What does a face say that words don't?

Why bother?

Do me a favor and don't try to picture me. These posts… are as far as you get to knowing me.

Not that this has anything to do with anything but your conflicting view points is ALMOST overshadowed by one of the tunes I heard here. It was on the Frida soundtrack and it reminded me of being back home with my mexican family so, thank you for that.

My conflicting view points?!

Care to ellaborate on that?

and your welcome.

so the people that do know you and know how you look shouldn't imagine you eighter :P
just kidding
i don't know why people want to attach the thoughts with faces but i know i like to do the same. for me i guess i like the thoughts i like the faces i like people...
i never imagine how the bloggers look like but i'm always curious about their looks however i can live without ever seing them

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