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I suppose it’s close to words. It’s the same tool, the same substance. The same thoughtless provocations that spur me on to attempt to create something, to invent, to interpret. More of this has been happening than words – I’ve felt the urge to write countless times, but… the follow through hasn’t occurred. Perhaps I need motivation. Or perhaps just another medium.
Like this.
…perhaps more will appear.
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Christ, I just wanted it ‘cos it was geeky and black and stuff. The world’s sort of crazy, huh.
Filed under: image conscious, muse, revflections | Tags: drawing, feeling, image, words
Caption: [ Stage 6: Proceed with caution... ]
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And then I realised something. It was ridiculous, yes, but it was still something.
I Had No Muesli Left.
It was a tragedy. It was a travesty. It was a grand annihilation of all things worthy of thought. And it was a nightmare come to life, a haunting of my reality. So I decided to have baked beans on toast and a cup of tea. Therefore, whilst I was perhaps a little unhinged, and though in the cold my inner dialogue may have been a little singed, my thoughts became tinged with the power of beans (bean power is the ultimate power), and the day progressed relatively smoothly from then on.
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No, not from the The Shins. I’ve been learning how to sleep in the daytime recently… it’s fantastic. Sleeping in the daytime was never something I allowed myself to do – it just seemed like a waste of time. However, I suppose it’s all in your perspective – either I can sloth around home for a few hours, tired as a diarrhoetic kitten, attempting to do work, or I can have a nap then actually feel decent for once. Hard decision.
So, in actually interesting news, I’ve been getting into some Russian tunes lately. Amazing stuff. Like, for example, The Civil Defence (Гражданская Оборона, pronounced Grazhdanskaya Oborona), who are essentially Russia’s Ramones. Or Kalinov Bridge (Калинов мост, pronouced Kalinov Most), who are an amazing – read, AMAZING – folk rock group, who according to Wikipedia are one of the most popular groups in Russia. I bet they are, they’re amazing.
Then, of course, there’s generic Russia Indie Pop. I am so, so glad this exists… it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. In particular, one group called Garage (Гараж, pronounced Garazh) is pretty amazing.
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…
(2 hours pass, wasted)
So I’ve just been wasting the last TWO HOURS of my life on this game… hence why the end on a ridiculously dodgy way. You should attempt it… now. Do it.
At least I feel like I’m changing. Perhaps not. But things around me, things within me, things that I have felt, things that I want to feel… these are changing. And for the better, too… if all things come together in the end, somehow, I’m feeling that they’re getting better. But, hey. Maybe’s its just a change of the season.
In other news, I bought myself a bonsai. It’s absolutely beautiful… and so, so, so, unbelievably detailed. You can even make out individual leaves on the green, creeping moss that has made its way almost to the first fork of the tree. And the bark… it looks just like the real thing. Heh.
I found it really interesting how many people were intrigued by the presence of a tree on public transport. I had at least half a dozen conversations with total strangers… I mean, that’s a normal thing for me, but 6 conversations within… oh, 45 minutes? Total record. It was pretty amazing… like the tree repealed all the usual social hiccups, facilitating conversation. Or maybe it was simply that I was in a fantastic mood, and that coupled with the unusual presence of a bonsai was too much of a curiosity to pass up.
Anyway, off to bed. If anyone wants to pop in for a coffee tomorrow, I’m working all day, 630-1500, at Naked Coffee. До Сведания.
