Just a casual day in the house, very quiet especially for a Thursday in comparison to the last week's break-neck pace of finals. I'm here with my coffee and computer, and by all illusions it seems like I'm somewhere else in time and place, it looks like November outside when it should be June.
Maybe it is just because it is very overcast and sprinkling, but I think this last school year has really thrown me off. The only part of it that seemed like it has existed has been the beginning of winter, and everything else comes back as a blur.
Maybe it is because I am getting older and experiencing what my elders have described as an acceleration of time, because half a year just disappeared and I feel like I missed the party.
But I'm not sure it's all that. Maybe it's been a time just not worth dwelling on, or it might be easier not dwelling on it.
Or perhaps Spring is just a fleeting thing, and I don't appreciate it. Spring awakens bugs, allergies, heat, rain, thunder, fire, and one can only expect what is unexpected. Maybe I just haven't woken up yet.
Now that I have drowned you in all of this philosophical talk, I think it is necessary to hear from a true professional:
Tropic Thunder quote of the day:
"Beds give me nightmares."
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Maybe what seemed a "blur" can be more clearly seen in what you created and recorded in your studies/art at the time. I find the blur to be more like an uncontrollable overflow of ideas, feelings, and experiences; you can't necessarily capture them all but what you do catch can be even more precious than normal. Try not to beat yourself up too much when it happens.
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