tonight i also resolved to get a new job. a co-worker and myself started a petition to change our company policy regarding overtime. after discussing this with our manager we were told that there would be risks involved in taking it through. in short our manager implied a threat to the security of our jobs. i felt like exclaiming it's a fucking petition not a strike. once i get a job lined up i will carry the petition through even if it means getting fired.
last night as i was laying in bed, j g ballard's crash made perfect sense. accidental collisions and the ensuing wounds are the stuff of connections. a more apt metaphor for love i cannot imagine at this time of the night. thinking now i find it strange that the metaphor of a car crash was used by the first girl that ever bothered to love me. (and it took me this long to aptly understand its the meaning.) these sorts of coincidences imply to me a certain singularity of the human mind.