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Friday, August 31, 2007
here's to remembering, remembrances, memories and such.
and how do you deal with something that got away. twice. waking up every morning. thinking. maybe. sigh. then it already is a not. sigh again.
people may know that i vividly remember most of my dreams and i actually have a little notebook where i write down all of them. it's fun to recount the funny and even scary ones. i'm not a believer of our dreams being some psychic or some astrological mumbo jumbo. maybe they are. then again, maybe they aren't. dreams may also be just subconscious thoughts. probably the most reasonable explanation. despite all this, however, sometimes, i can't help but wonder what some of my dreams mean. they just come at a time so perfect or unexpected that when i wake up, it all seems surreal. whew.
it feels like it's an ordinary day. i'm walking along secwalk, with the circle and queen. what's new. i'm always with them anyway. we're going to some play in the rmt. beyond the point right now what play that is. we enter, it is dark. we take our seats. nothing happens. or should there be? haha. but then i feel something bugging me. it seems that i have left something back at ctc or in the som area. so i go back. a blurry walk. i pass by secwalk. and i see the japanese new haircut and the washboard. infinite moments fleeting, but never felt. never. ever? i get my forgotten thing and head back. and there again these two people i meet. they walk with me. and washboard decides to go ahead. there's something new. there has always been something new. never a static moment. the japanese one lives up the expectation.
sigh.
i'm too tired right now to explain what just happened in that paragraph above. but that probably summed up what i have been thinking about the whole day today and yesterday. haha.
"there is a wall that ruuuns right through me"- kreuzberg, bloc party
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