on my mind
July 12th, 2007 at 9:21 am
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far from the way
July 12th, 2007 at 5:39 am
I’m sitting around listening to the eels and feeling hella moody right about now, but to save you from more of the internet’s prime harvest of moody bullshit, instead I thought I’d share some photos I took a few weeks ago outside the Mount Lawley train station. I’d ridden past already, but just had to go back for evidence.
I’d always figured as much.
Not a sound from the pavement
July 10th, 2007 at 3:04 am
A few weeks ago I went through a number of boxes that I was storing in my parents attic. For some reason or other (possibly in anticipation of some unholy bonfire) I had kept every one of my files, notebooks and other bits of paperwork from Year 8 through to the end of my Bachelor’s degree. The purpose behind ploughing through all of the heavily dusted material was to find any old science worksheets that I might find useful to recycle and inflict on my own students, but I spent a lot of time flicking through other notes, scribbles and file graffiti. And after going through every last leaf of paper, there was only this one sketch that I felt worth keeping, science aside.
I can’t say for certain when it was done, or even if it’s original. But I kinda like it.
fading with the light
July 2nd, 2007 at 7:23 am
Now where was I… oh yes, that’s right. I’m terribly grateful right now for the fact that if all goes to plan then I should have more permanent lodgings in place in two weeks time. While I’ve had a lot of fun living with friends over the past five weeks or so, the appeal of living out of a suitcase on a bedroom floor somehow loses its shine after a while.
Life is always seems to be full of things to throw you into a frenzy. I prefer to avoid being all broad and general like that, but it seems to be my experience of things and I doubt that such contortions of the path are limited to myself.
I fear sometimes that I get too caught up in the grand delusions, that the allure of the fantasy has so much sway that it corrupts the view of what I’m trying to focus on. It’s so easy to get caught up in a whirlwind of thoughts, and it’s only once you can step outside of them that you can see the monstrous mess that they’ve been leaving in their wake. Then you wonder if it wasn’t better in the eye of the storm.
Now I’m just projecting through a haze of metaphors and euphemisms. I guess it’s fair to say that there are a few things weighing on my mind and the more I clear the space around them, the more troublesome they seem to be.
The only times I find myself truly confounded are when trying to get head around my own feelings.