another weekend over too soon.
March 8, 2010Mood (or more appropriately, mode): sleepy, but munching on grapes anyway
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Ah, here I am again. Alone in my small living space with time to kill before I go to sleep. I wish I had a wide view of the sky unadulterated by mortar and concrete towers. If only I had a natural scenery outside my window, then I’d write all about it. But that really shouldn’t stop me, right? They say Emily Dickinson was not very fond of stepping outside the house (or that she was afraid to go out, whichever), yet her poems are about narrow fellows in the grass and birds with eyes “looking like frightened beads”. Surely such detail required a close enough look upon nature whilst they go about their own traffic (”and then hopped sidewise…to let a beetle pass”). If only I were that imaginative, I’d write about the stars tonight, though I can’t see them with the city lights overpowering them. But all that comes to mind is that nursery rhyme about diamonds in the sky. And that made me think of the ocean at night with “diamonds strewn across the blue plain” (yes, I still love Incubus’ older songs). If I could just visit the beach in El Nido again, preferrably with someone whom I can talk to about how aptly the Jamesian rhetoric “What is character but the determination of incident? What is incident but the illustriation of character?” applies to life while sipping on coconut juice and sucking on sea urchins or sprawling on a hammock under the shade of the palm trees until everything is awash in a lovely polychromasia of amber and amaranthine.
Blah. What am I saying? This is what I spit out when I’m exhausted. All I really want to do is sleep all day at that coveted hammock! What I have is an airbed that doesn’t even come close in terms of comfort.
I’m being random. Psh. Best to ignore this, really.
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