Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Return To Asunder

Why does it happen?  Why do I keep dreaming dreams that feature people who I haven't seen in decades?  Not since school!  Do our schoolmates make up a ridiculous part of our schema?  Do they help define who we are, even if we do not socialise with them?  On that front, does anybody dream about me?  I don't think they do.  Just what the hell is going on with this body?  I don't know, things are just falling apart every second of every day.  And it only gets worse from this point!  I've reached peak me!  Hahaha!

Is no news good news?  Well it depends on what you you view as news.  But sometimes even silence can be deafening.  Where is everybody?  Nobody is here!  I hope you all enjoyed my error and sunk your teeth into last night's double post.  At least I can do my best to make this a regular thing (I mean posting, not double posting everyday).  Tomorrow we get back into the swing of things.

At least I've sent my essay to myself so I can get some work done here since I'm running on empty here.  That's okay, it's plenty of time to get things done.  But research is a bitch, because I have no time to get out and about to a library.  That's where the real magic happens.

Just sign me on up to get the hell out of here!  Got in a tiny bit of guitar last night.  Not enough to do anything with, but I am trying to experiment before devoting myself to actually re-learning how to play and getting all my skill back.

But then I'm just stuck in an imperfect cycle of asking myself what's the point, and why bother?  This life is just monotony, and I really don't see it getting better for anyone or everyone.  Sooo where does that leave us?  Where does that leave me?  Just asking questions that have no answers.  And how self-defeating is that?

The dryness of it all.  I've really just gotta take a step back and wait for things to reveal themselves to me, and then I can just read.  It's just like that isn't it?  It's a small change in behaviour, and it just repeats itself.  Then it becomes a habit.  And then slowly it could even become an addiction.  That's just how these things start, and how they continue to happen.

Damn it, still 3 hours to go before I can get out of here!  This is insane.  Time needs to go faster.  My time needs to go faster.  I think I've resolved myself to the fact that nobody can do it all.  Nobody can take it all in.  You're here, you realise it's all just a big fluke and you want out.  And that's it!  It's a sick joke.  So sick. 

I just want to thank the Pirate Bay!  Those geniuses!  If you haven't heard, their site went down a little earlier today after their HQ was raided in Sweden, and servers and other equipment were taken offline.  Then site then reappeared with a Costa Rican IP address.  So they had contingency plans in place!  Hahaha, they knew, and they acted.  That's good management right there, so well done to them in terms of managing risk.  I'm a big supporter of their activities.

We are all getting older, and we are all heading to the same place.  What did you die for?  What did you live for?  It comes down to factors nobody will ever truly know, because youth does not understand wisdom. 

Crap, I need to work faster and harder.  This has been a non-day.  This will be a non-life.  I always suspected it.  But I guess now I know that.  Back to my hole to crawl into and eventually die in.  But it's a place that exists both physically and metaphorically. 

Ahh now 35 minutes to go and just as I'm starting to gain some pace!  Haha but that's how it is.  That's the nature of life.  Taken when you just get the hang of it, all things being equal, but the body still failing miserably against the onslaught of time.

And just like that.

We are done.

Joaquin out.
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