Sunday, April 4
Can not find my charger for my Zune, so this means no mp3 player for a few days while on the trip. And I'm sad because I was looking forward to all being pensive with my earbuds on the train, to be able to enjoy the coastline to whatever soundtrack I choose or to be able to pretend I'm in the introductory montage of some hipster-y indie film.
But, on the flip side, I also think it's pretty pathetic that I try to put everything that I experience in the context of a song, or a movie, or a book, or my family, or myself, or whatever else. I just wish I didn't have to analyze everything, for example, words can describe things to an extent, but at a certain point, for certain things, I think they're too limiting. It's amazing how before humans starting naming and classifying and measuring and keeping account of things, things were just things. How many billions of years and months and weeks and days and minutes and seconds that passed without being counted. Such specific roles for each part of nature to play, but with each individual part ignorant and oblivious. Like a pocket watch in which each tick of the hand requires the turning of billions and billions of tiny, little, perfect gears. I want to experience everything before we messed it up, before we had to name everything, to own everything, where everything could just be, instead of being something. And I really wish everything could just be and that I could just be and sometimes I wish that everyone would just let me be.
But, on the flip side, I also think it's pretty pathetic that I try to put everything that I experience in the context of a song, or a movie, or a book, or my family, or myself, or whatever else. I just wish I didn't have to analyze everything, for example, words can describe things to an extent, but at a certain point, for certain things, I think they're too limiting. It's amazing how before humans starting naming and classifying and measuring and keeping account of things, things were just things. How many billions of years and months and weeks and days and minutes and seconds that passed without being counted. Such specific roles for each part of nature to play, but with each individual part ignorant and oblivious. Like a pocket watch in which each tick of the hand requires the turning of billions and billions of tiny, little, perfect gears. I want to experience everything before we messed it up, before we had to name everything, to own everything, where everything could just be, instead of being something. And I really wish everything could just be and that I could just be and sometimes I wish that everyone would just let me be.
Labels: ass flattening, bad aftertastes, late night ramblings in order to put off sleep and packing all of my "be"longings, meaningless tags, oddly lonely, plaid pajamas, stupid zune, tired, varicose veins
