“A man is talking on the telephone behind a glass partition; you cannot hear him but you see his incomprehensible dumb-show and you wonder why he is alive.”
Some days you feel like you're observing yourself in that telephone booth. Everything you do seems maximally absurd. Like a clown show. No meaning, no reason, no purpose.
Almost any circumstance or place can be romantic. War, working in a sweatshop under flourescent lights, flipping burgers in a fast food kitchen. Provided you can leave it under your own volition.
Napping is a form of art. Most people don't know how to nap. Even if they are tired and need it desperately.
Some times it's hard to be conscious. There is this heaviness upon ones soul. But not today. Today is one of those days where you feel unexplained joy. The sun is out the sky is clear. People seem happier in general.
Mistakes are easy to justify and accept. However it's always a bummer when you do something that you know you should not be doing. You have rationally thought out rules against certain actions and behaviours yet you proceed anyway.
And when it ultimately backfires you find yourself in a situation where you have no real explanation for why you did it.
Such an empty and dumb feeling....
Today is mighty cold. -21C, but feels like -28C. Walking for some reason always makes me want to write something. Strings and fragments that start to slosh around in my head.
The sun has just risen and there is some pink/purple hue farther in the sky. But nearer it's foggy because the sea is steaming all over the bay as it's giving up it's remaining heat. The ice has pushed up against the shore.
It's quiet in the early morning. You can only hear a soft wind as it's blowing over the bay and a background hum of the city farther away.
Surprisingly in these frigid temperatures swans are slowly gliding in the waters near the shore with their two grey and fuzzy younglings. They look ethereal as they are moving in and out of the steam that is gently rising from the sea.
It's the sort of weather that makes you wonder how your ancestors came out of the ice age alive without morning coffee, central heating and cold resistant multi layer synthetic polyester clothing.