The Ball Dream(s)
Behold, the new face of Twilight. This totally captures what Twilight is at heart: a romance novel about a swooning girl falling for the perfect guy. You people can make any other thoughts about it as you wish, and if you really want, go pick it up in a magazine stand nearby you.
My sister is back home. She came back today, which means I'll no longer have the house entirely to myself. Which, despite what you'd think, makes a pretty big splash for me. Maybe cause I've been so used to being alone.
Of the things not to do: watch The Fountain mutiple times in a consecutive week, by yourself. Oddly enough, I'm not sick of the movie. But I am pretty sure it's wreaking all sorts of havoc on my brain with all that alone time.
People are funny things, especially about the matter of prophecy. To establish the matter, I mean any sort of fortune telling, divining, etc. The thing is, is that this universe isn't mechanical nor all too logical. Ccause and effect, sadly, are not the end all rules for the universe; the laws of causation may only go so far. Whenever a visionary utters these 'fateful words', the listener glimpses something in the universe, and likewise, shifts. An infinite mutitude paths colescade into a few handfuls.
I'm not sure anymore of even what I'm talking about. Time to retire to soft, muted portraits of dances and swirling gowns.
My sister is back home. She came back today, which means I'll no longer have the house entirely to myself. Which, despite what you'd think, makes a pretty big splash for me. Maybe cause I've been so used to being alone.
Of the things not to do: watch The Fountain mutiple times in a consecutive week, by yourself. Oddly enough, I'm not sick of the movie. But I am pretty sure it's wreaking all sorts of havoc on my brain with all that alone time.
People are funny things, especially about the matter of prophecy. To establish the matter, I mean any sort of fortune telling, divining, etc. The thing is, is that this universe isn't mechanical nor all too logical. Ccause and effect, sadly, are not the end all rules for the universe; the laws of causation may only go so far. Whenever a visionary utters these 'fateful words', the listener glimpses something in the universe, and likewise, shifts. An infinite mutitude paths colescade into a few handfuls.
I'm not sure anymore of even what I'm talking about. Time to retire to soft, muted portraits of dances and swirling gowns.