Please excuse my non-sensical jabberwocky, but sometimes it seems that I find more sense in the non-sense. Do I make sense?
Someone sits next to me. We both sit there shooting blank stares, looking straight ahead like trained soldiers, only we’re not soldiers (at least I’m not). I know that if I want to spark a conversation, I have to be the aggressor. How do I know this? Because you know this. Yeah, you, sitting next to me. The infinite loop.
So, my whole life I went through life never starting a conversation. They say, “It’s easy to meet people.” I say it’s hard to meet people. They also say, “We are imitators of life.”
I watch the passengers at the airport walk by. Supernatural beings from all walks of life, they were gathered here together on this specific date to mirror eyes.
The ed duet.
I get on the company bus that will take me to my car. There are other fellow employees, including pilots, flight attendants and ticket agents. We look at our cell phones.
And we’re very happy deep inside.
In the shower is where I could use the virtual “thought catcher”. It would transfer my thoughts and transfer them directly to this screen without typing. But the technology to complete this action is not available at the moment.
Instead, I have to finish showering, and then type everything. By then I’m thinking about something else. The sink and all the dried, shaved hairs that are reminiscent of dead fish washed ashore.
But the shower is the box confessional with yourself. It is where thoughts race at a hundred miles an hour. It is spiritual, philosophical and it is your symbol of cleansing, (in a non-fanatical way) daily rebirth, baptism. Assuming you shower everyday, I’ll admit on the world wide web, I don’t do everyday. But my hygiene is presentable and under control.
One day I woke up and everything was as it is.
Here's a post from last year on Nujabes.
Today would’ve been Jimi’s 69th b-day, so this is the perfect song to play. My personal favorite is third stone from the sun.
Today, I walked into my room and I noticed I hadn’t changed my calendar. It was stuck in July and we’re in the middle of September. It sorta summarizes my last year and a half, losing track of what day it is, not returning text messages, much less answering calls. It’s a peaceful feeling, it’s what “normal” people do. It’s not that I don’t want to anwer, it’s that I leave my cell in my room and I forget about it. Another thing is, i hate it when i think i made up a word, only to google it, and some other individual has already come up with it. I’ll have to dig deeper. (Pictures sort-a related)
Here’s a pic I took, where an airplane is flying by this gigantic cloud. It almost looks like I’m taking it from an above point of view.