A very sensory, yet very surreal, week. Or mindset.
Things are both ambiguous and very clear. In mental limbo and yet absolutely certain about…well, see the secrets part below.
A inevitability from which there is no escape, and yet, a promise of a new beginning.
It’s a little maddening and frightening, but also soothing and comforting.
I’m frustrated and resigned at the same time. I’m believing in my instincts and dreams and signs but also practical about their impossibility in this dimension.
The moon is blue-bright and has been keeping me awake, but it’s not even full yet.
There’s lots of secrets, which are also revelations.
Some songs from the 90s are (uncharacteristically!?!?) the current soundtrack to my inner world. Out of nowhere I had this urge to listen to them.
I’m both running away and towards something, simultaneously. Distance, and closeness, all at once.
Nothing much seems to have a point right now, including this blog, yet I’m compelled to put words out there, even if they are trivial, unrelated, or don’t make any sense.
Watched a movie tonight titled “I Don’t Feel at Home in this World Anymore”.
Been wanting to give “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” a re-watch, and re-read Griffin and Sabine, but hesitated to take that literary/cinematic journey.
“Foolish man. You cannot turn me into a phantom because you are frightened. You do not dismiss a muse at whim.” – Sabine Strohem
― Nick Bantock,