Days pass. Days pass that we dont remember. Days pass that we remember forever. There are days so monotonous that they dont seem to pass at all, and there are days that churn about so many different elements that its hard to make sense of any of it. -But sometimes a day stops.- A day stops when in between episodes of chaos, or in between chronicles told in snail lifetimes - where a little something changes. Discovery is made. A random thing causes a random reaction. Life is different now in some small way. Something exists now. Now in the world. A small way. It wasnt there before. Today. Stumbling out of bed. Time of day never making sense... I turned to the screen. There on the screen, I saw something in a corner that wasnt there the night before. A documentary on someone I knew nothing about - who wrote books I knew nothing about. And in my dream drunken daze I didnt have the judgement, the ego, or the outside World to tell me to ignore it. I sat back with absolute magnetic absorption... and now. -This day stopped.-
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 20:27:28 +0000
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