Entries for July, 2009

July 19th, 2009

the universal coherent language

I wouldn't say it was a wake-up call, but I would agree it was what I needed at the time.

I know who I am. This feels good, at least for now.

Posted by azlia at 02:01 AM in humerus | 1 disagreed.

July 25th, 2009

You shouldn't relate so much to things that aren't relevant to what you have on your plate. Nice piece of advice, but execution will not be easy.

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July 26th, 2009

I don't follow, come again?

Something is in the air. We're getting agigated for no reason. I get restless and I look around at people but they're in decelerated motion, it's Portishead's Only You.

I am neither relating nor dissociating myself. It's all peculiar. I must recover soon.

Posted by azlia at 11:15 PM in humerus | This is not a forum.

July 31st, 2009

It's no longer a moment's photograph. For some reason, at this time of the day, my so-called epiphany decides to dissolve my weirdly amusing dreams.

When I took a peek, it was 5:41am. If we assume (and it's best that we do) that my time perception is correct, we can say that I've been tossing and rolling over for more than half an hour.  At this point, my thoughts were no longer stimulating or exciting, at the very least, but frantic and peculiar. Swimming dresses on one of the sibling's fully-covered friend. Of course, I also hear noises. Someone, a girl perhaps, weeping. Prayers from a religious house, which one in particular I cannot say. In the olden days, they never had loudspeakers. You're not obliged to attend if it isn't withing hearing distance. This was a topic of amusement between the old man and I several weeks ago. Apart from that, I also thought I heard two gunshots but "it's the bloody dawn, and if someone is injured or killed in any part of this neighbourhood, I'll find out about it tomorrow". I tend to be most selfish in the morning. Seeing as how my attempts to shut down were futile, I stopped wrestling with the blanket.

A schoolbus passes, the sound is distinctive and nostalgic. It occured to me that kids were going to school and then I'm reminded I'm no longer a kid. It's no longer a moment's photograph, where, in my eyes, everything is still and I do not have to take part. I've taken my time, but it'll be a while before I start dancing in soirees again.

Posted by azlia at 06:38 AM in humerus | This is not a forum.