It was like reading a good book and being interrupted by a song that perfectly fits the situation- reading a good book in bed on a perfect Sunday afternoon. I got out of bed only to realise I didn’t reach the part where he’s flying an airplane aimlessly across fields. That’s one of my favourite parts in the book. “The world is your exercise-book, the pages on which you do your sums. It is not reality, although you can express reality there if you wish. You are also free to write nonsense, or lies, or to tear the pages.” Somewhere down the line I see myself getting closer to oblivion, and if I get anywhere close to understanding myself, I guess the work’s half done.
Today was so strange. I was the happiest person for a couple of hours and then I went into this weird mood (I’m still in the mood actually) where I sit in my room with my blue light on and give myself into randomness. I listened to my favourite songs, downloaded a few and then spoke to my best friend. We laughed about the strangest things and some not-so-strange things. I like the flow of random thoughts that come after a long, happy conversation when these good memories just flash past. Some of them surprisingly didn’t involve another person. If you don’t have the person, you have yourself, and if you’re lost, you have the city. All you need to do is take a walk down the street to find your way. I see myself half way there. Yeah. It was exactly the same feeling- like reading a good book and being interrupted by a song that perfectly fits the situation- reading a good book in bed on a perfect Sunday afternoon.