Cara cave wall, no significant developments today.
now it seems a waste of time to fix my memories in the form of cuneiform signs, because nothing happens that really worth the trouble to carve.
It 'frustrating to have this prolific brain activity, but not to find a way to express it. This morning I was reflecting on the emptiness of our lives and I felt a profound need to discuss it with someone, I tried to stop her from sitting Grig hunting, but had his eye on a saber-toothed tiger, and would not listen to reason. Not bad: those pesky grunts that we can deliver to our underdeveloped vocal cords, are not able to reveal all facets of my psyche, and would make me look like a troglodyte like everyone else.
I can not make sense of the day: I sit there, perched on the cliff of Zelkova, watching my fellow sniff each other's buttocks, or kicking a stone, hoping to become like Peter Del. And I hear them, their groans of ridicule, deride as "that which rolls round stones down the hill and passing the time sfegare sticks together."
Oh, that sgrugniscano well behind me, a little care, I'm sure one day I will become somebody. I do not want to boil (um, interesting term, I'll work on it) in my own primordial soup, as did my father, my grandfather and the grandfather of my grandfather. That was a monkey, among others.
But it seems that no individual in this society is driven by a desire to progress and I perplime: is it possible that a community of living creatures to a backlog of its evolutionary process does not want to optimize the resources at its disposal to improve? This is demeaning, we deserve to get a few dozen locations in the food chain. My
innovative thrust is nipped in the bud. My family wants me to quit wasting time to think, and hope that sooner or later I decide to behave in a more traditionalist like them.
What's wrong if I want to walk standing straight, instead of placing her hands dangling on the ground?
E 'perhaps wrong to sleep on comfortable soft marble slabs, instead of the granite? What's wrong
nell'indossare mammoth skins that go so fashionable in the village, instead of the outdated clothes stone? Mah
also in love is not doing very well. Yesterday I tried to approach Lucy: I created a decoration for some ferns donargliele, but she looked at me bewildered, not understanding my gesture. I've also seen the departure of a brute like everyone else, and dragged her by the hair into his cave.
Sometimes I'd love to be a primate non evoluto, per non dover sopportare tutto questo stress causato dalla modernità.
Grig
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