||[Jun. 15th, 2004|04:35 pm]
"...behaved stoically in the face of grief, knowing that the clouds above him, the stones under his feet and the air in his lungs were totally disinterested in how he felt."|
Disinterested? But how does one know? Isn't it rather that one doesn't know? One is unable to know the sympathy, or lack thereof, of the inanimate world.