Ramblings..
I will probably not make much sense today. Have been working eight hours and I'm tired. I have no money, but I'm happy anyway. Dance with me, my fingertips. (Thank you again, Rob-something) University starts monday. ("But it's a good thing" I insist. I have no life *moans*) Have almost finished my assignment. Almost.
Went to the movies yesterday with Morten and Ters. We saw some silly chick-flick which I have already forgotten. Pep says I've got what he calls a "selective memory" For instance I always forget to pay my bills ^_^ (No, not really. My da's been helping me a lot with all this PBS-s**t)But it's true, I usually only remembers what I want to remember. Probably because I live half my life in books.
Shinto
When sorrow lays us low
for a second we are saved
by humble windfalls
of the mindfulness or memory:
the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,
that face given back to us by a dream,
the first jasmine of November,
the endless yearning of the compass,
a book we thought was lost,
the throb of a hexameter,
the slight key that opens a house to us,
the smell of a library, or of sandalwood,
the former name of a street,
the colors of a map,
an unforeseen etymology,
the smoothness of a filed fingernail,
the date we were looking for,
the twelve dark bell-strokes, tolling as we count,
a sudden physical pain.
Eight million Shinto deities
travel secretly throughout the earth.
Those modest gods touch us-
touch us and move on.
Quote of the day:
"I need books," he once said. "They mean everything to me." Jorge Luis Borges.
I couldn't agree more.
Went to the movies yesterday with Morten and Ters. We saw some silly chick-flick which I have already forgotten. Pep says I've got what he calls a "selective memory" For instance I always forget to pay my bills ^_^ (No, not really. My da's been helping me a lot with all this PBS-s**t)But it's true, I usually only remembers what I want to remember. Probably because I live half my life in books.
Shinto
When sorrow lays us low
for a second we are saved
by humble windfalls
of the mindfulness or memory:
the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,
that face given back to us by a dream,
the first jasmine of November,
the endless yearning of the compass,
a book we thought was lost,
the throb of a hexameter,
the slight key that opens a house to us,
the smell of a library, or of sandalwood,
the former name of a street,
the colors of a map,
an unforeseen etymology,
the smoothness of a filed fingernail,
the date we were looking for,
the twelve dark bell-strokes, tolling as we count,
a sudden physical pain.
Eight million Shinto deities
travel secretly throughout the earth.
Those modest gods touch us-
touch us and move on.
Quote of the day:
"I need books," he once said. "They mean everything to me." Jorge Luis Borges.
I couldn't agree more.