Moving is curious. Or perhaps it’s the fact that I have moved too many times that makes it curious. Waking up in the dark, I find myself visualising the scene out the window of my new bedroom, and that visualisation is of the scene out my old window. I visualise the outside of my bedroom […]
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On days like these, the flow of air is heavy enough to stop me from thinking, and senses would take over. Even the slightest gesture of tiny utterances would catch me in the deepest hole of wayward nocturne. I wish there are more days like these, more and more and more would take over until […]
The world is definitely too big. It is too big because I miss my friends on the other side of it, and I know I won’t be able to see them unless their trajectories somehow coincide with mine. And I do miss them. I miss Anita, and I long for a long conversation with her […]
And that day, it rained. As though they knew it was the day I would have met you, it rained. I stayed home all day and you did too. The next day, when it finally stopped raining, I went to the station and you were not there. But it didn’t matter because I hadn’t met […]
My brother lives over the ocean. The last time I’ve seen him in person was almost three years ago. He would appear and disappear on Skype, and on Facebook, and we would chat or just turn chat on while he practices his trumpet accompanying me being busy. I believe that one day I will see […]
It was late in the day, the plaza was empty. No classes. The canteen was closed, and we were sitting in front of it, just the two of us, watching the horizon. Sunset. You told me you wanted a girlfriend. I told you I wanted a boyfriend. A bit of a discussion that I don’t […]
Dear system 1, I would hereby like to let you know that I am aware of you. Please stop trying to convince me of things inconceivable, because being mindful of you I can distinguish you from the life I live. Furthermore, there is no point trying to pretend to be intuition, waves of thoughts transferred […]
Something hit and I had to take a distance from myself today. I saw so many jumbled emotions there, like if a firework had strings attached to each of its tiny explosions, each of its other ends tied to its source. It’s not that dramatic, but for the purpose of this entry it should be. […]
I don’t know how I can be not a work in progress. Unflinching rock breaking waves and shouts indifference. For I am water and as such will always flow.
Time, as Cummings has written, is what keeps everything from happening all at once. My time, however, keeps everything happening all at once. All the time, I try incessantly to keep everything from happening all at once, but I’m not time; and my time keeps me from doing it – not even once. So. Time, […]