It’s 2:33 in the morning and the streets here are empty. The lamps illuminate darkened stores with a lonely glow. The buses are sparse and the occupants sparser.
Mood? Not quite sombre, but serious nonetheless.
It’s 2:33 in the morning and the streets here are empty. The lamps illuminate darkened stores with a lonely glow. The buses are sparse and the occupants sparser.
Mood? Not quite sombre, but serious nonetheless.
I am usually not one who professes to know a lot. I’m often fairly humbled in front of many others who possess a greater intelligence than me (although I know my fair share of stupid people). I think that intelligence is something about myself that I’ll never be satisfied with. There are too many things to know and learn and improve upon, and the pursuit of such would take longer than an eternity.
Reading back on some of my entries, something which has been hard to do lately, I feel like a child again. My entries seem to be filled with such uncerebral emotion sometimes. It’s as if I can be greatly bothered by things that I should be able to overcome. Of course, it’s writing here which helps me out when I need it, when it feels like no one can understand or relate. It all just fills this written history with bias. Nothing can change the fact that I am still a human person who has emotions, although my life experiences have dampened them considerably.
I feel young when I realize how much these emotions can sometimes affect me.
I’m still unsure whether it would be better or worse to feel more. On the one hand, I can keep myself in check and keep my actions consistent if something happens which might upset me. On the other hand, I feel numb, as if things which should bring me pleasure end up being nothing in particular.
Balance needed in yet something else.
My days here have been busy. I’m usually doing something from one moment to the next. I now understand a way of spending one’s time differently from one I’ve ever experienced. I find that I’m generally a person who’s cosmopolitan enough to be able to pass time enjoyably with most people. However, most of my friends seem to be doers, always needing something to do lest an awkward silence set in. These last five days have been filled with comfortable silences though, just from meeting and hanging out with people who are comfortable enough with each other to simply let conversation flow at its own pace. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to look at hanging out with my friends in the same way again.
I watched In The Bedroom with Darren yesterday. Although I thought it was a very well made film, with usually moving (though drawn out) storytelling, I didn’t enjoy it very much. There didn’t seem to be much of a message at the end, which leaves the entertainment of the film up to the the story, characters, and plot, all which I felt to be very shallow. The film is supposed to be about “the bonds of marriage and the limits of forgiveness [being] put to the test”, but there was only one major conflict and only a few shallow attempts at developing characters and motives. It just didn’t seem to go anywhere, and without interesting (to me, at least) events taking place, I felt as if my time would have been better spent elsewhere.
Speaking of films, I’ve been able to catch a few trailers which have piqued my curiosity. The Good Thief with Nick Nolte seems like an amazingly stylized movie (directed by Neil Jordan) about a retired art crook doing one last heist. It appeals to me because of the way Nolte seems to bring a presence of conflicting humanity with his slurred speech and rugged looks. I also find the slow, patient tune at the end of the trailer to fit perfectly with the cinematography, the way Nolte looks at his lighter before closing it on a brightly grey day with the movement of a city in the background. All of this from a trailer, and I’m already hooked. Kill Bill also looks amazing, in a cheesy, Tarantino sort of way.
I have found a floss which makes flossing enjoyable.
Presently, Leto passed him and, glancing back, said: “Have you noticed, Stil, how beautiful the young women are this year?”
—Duke Leto Atreides, Children Of Dune