Getting Cards and Letters from People I Don't Even Know
Rarely do I make two posts on consecutive nights. But tonight, I am compelled. The past two minutes have been fun in a abstract odd way. And I want to make a written record.
Here I declare: the past 120 seconds have left me with a queer feeling, for no reason at all. Similar to the feeling you get at the climax of a sweeping Sigur Ros tune. It makes you a cool happy, just a few stars to the right of a genuine overall happy. Not like this is unauthentic happiness, it is merely a different strand, a cheap off brand on the bottom shelf..
Perhaps it's the results of hours of listening to vintage country, chilled and sipped aurally like a fine wine for the ears. Perhaps it's because I have been washed by a dulled euphoric feeling of apathy towards studying for my Math test.
Few are certain of such things.
History has just been made. A thousand years from now, Internet archeologists specializing in 'blogs' will be reading through this entry...
...maybe it will become a topic of debate, an artifact proving the strange peoples living in the early 21st century had a streak of fiery narcissism, their fascination with believing they were shaping history, not being shaped by history, and illusion of greatness, a delusion of grandeur on mass scale. A cocky self awareness that enabled people to make such statements as " history has just been made" "a day which will live in infamy" and "that's one small step for man...", an entire life spans worth of people brought up, poised and ready for the perfect photo op, ready to pen their tatto on time, an self seeking and interest oriented opportunist mind set...
The feeling has passed, or maybe changed into a cool calm. The charge has been spent. My written record should end here. The two + minutes duely noted. I need to go study my math.
Here I declare: the past 120 seconds have left me with a queer feeling, for no reason at all. Similar to the feeling you get at the climax of a sweeping Sigur Ros tune. It makes you a cool happy, just a few stars to the right of a genuine overall happy. Not like this is unauthentic happiness, it is merely a different strand, a cheap off brand on the bottom shelf..
Perhaps it's the results of hours of listening to vintage country, chilled and sipped aurally like a fine wine for the ears. Perhaps it's because I have been washed by a dulled euphoric feeling of apathy towards studying for my Math test.
Few are certain of such things.
History has just been made. A thousand years from now, Internet archeologists specializing in 'blogs' will be reading through this entry...
...maybe it will become a topic of debate, an artifact proving the strange peoples living in the early 21st century had a streak of fiery narcissism, their fascination with believing they were shaping history, not being shaped by history, and illusion of greatness, a delusion of grandeur on mass scale. A cocky self awareness that enabled people to make such statements as " history has just been made" "a day which will live in infamy" and "that's one small step for man...", an entire life spans worth of people brought up, poised and ready for the perfect photo op, ready to pen their tatto on time, an self seeking and interest oriented opportunist mind set...
The feeling has passed, or maybe changed into a cool calm. The charge has been spent. My written record should end here. The two + minutes duely noted. I need to go study my math.