The sight of two men casually chatting beneath the giant wings of an airplane looked comical. — Takeoff has always been the most exciting part. It’s the plane, gaining speed every second, roaring down the strip, nose pointed up. It’s the change in angle, the steady incline gradually steeping. For ...
Ah...terrible ideas abound. So this is what all the great bards rhapsodize in song and all the great writers fantasize in the written word? This—this endless irritation and restlessness? What about this horrendous turmoil incites poetry? Prose? Most importantly: Why did I ever allow myself to be s...
Or, a collection of lofty ideas. — My dearest, (as I had hoped to call him as I fretted over the term; as I didn’t call him for fear—damned fear!) I was out visiting family today and, when I found a quiet moment to myself, my thoughts could not help but wander miles and miles away to the boy i...
A few minutes until ten as I begin, and I‘m frankly just glad the day is over. I woke up far too early. Five in the morning! The roosters hadn’t even started crowing yet! I definitely wasn’t in any condition to work, much less think very properly yet, so I simply spent some time relaxing with my ear...
nice words eudaemonia: conducive to happiness mauve: of a pale purple color liminal: of, relating to, or situated at a sensory threshold : barely perceptible or capable of eliciting a response : of, relating to, or being an intermediate state, phase, or condition superfluous:...
Just turned ten now, and Dvorak is on. ‘Romance for piano and violin, Op. 11’. It is the perfect way to transition from stark wakefulness to the lovely haze of dreams. The lilting piano, the sighing violin... Indeed, I am grateful for technology now more than ever for autocorrect is doing all the w...
Almost ten past nine. I am very pleased to say that I will soon be in the habit of sleeping and waking earlier. In fact, I find myself drifting off right now, to what must be the strangest lullaby. Somehow, the intense, frigid pathos of atmospheric death metal is great with a hot cup of tea and a wo...
I will be pursuing English language and literature—with a side of philosophy—in university, and though they are generally agreed to be of zero career value, I kind of just..."if there's a will, there's a way"-ed myself into it. I have zero talent outside words. Reading, writing, speaking... It seems...
Twenty to ten. Yes—I will be sleeping earlier tonight. 'Finally,' cries the rest of my weary body in relief. Exercising early in the morning as opposed to doing so in the middle of the night does have its benefits. Another one of them being, I suppose, a better mood. Perhaps all those nice, happy ch...
Twenty to eleven, and I do not feel as terrible as I did the other day. Strange how easily swayed emotions are. Well. I was not counting on me being so fickle. 'Tis' but a fact of life!' Is the valiant cry in return. Ah, indeed. Though perhaps I should be thankful I am not so set in my ways as of ye...
Four to eleven now, and I can almost hear imaginary church bells singing their sonorous tune for midnight. Advanced, yes, but the ache in my bones and the terrible weights beneath my eyes tell me otherwise. Ah, sleep. Redundant topic, I know. It escaped me once more last night. Insomnia, midday awar...
It is now eight past eleven, and I should really be getting to sleep, but I decided—at the suggestion of the challenge on Habitica—to finally look at the site it keeps on recommending. I figured that it was worth a try. I am, after all, running out of notebooks. Yes, the unfortunate problem: I fill ...
