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Well folks, it's 1:50am and sadly, I'm almost wide awake. I know I'll end up regretting staying up so late once I wake up and half the day is gone.
I don't know what it is really; my mind refuses to be made.
It's strange how I think I have so much to write down, and I know i really do, but once it gets down to writing it, thoughts tangle.
So this is sorry, conveniently ahead of time; ahead of any possible confusion.
2:00am now.
A part from the movie "Waking Life" has really been making me think over the past few days....... He sits down with a girl. They're talking. About language, and how everything is just words made up to try to understand everyting. She says it started with the simple things, like fire, and rain, and trees. They're all just things that we've made up sounds for. What is frustration, fear, depression, love? How can several letters of a language we've created explain everything? When you hear the word love, the sounds of the letters put together travel to your ears and go to your brain and there is a chain reacion of thoughts;whether you realize it or not; and you instantly connect to any past feelings of love, or lack of it, and you know what the word means. How can something like love have a name? I think there really is so much more. So many more feelings and emotions that are unspeakable. Language only makes things slightly easier to understand. Letters will never ammount.
2:13am.
You know what it's like when you listen to a song you haven't heard in a while, and it reminds you of how things used to be, when you heard it all the time? In a year from now, that's what the songs you listen to right now will be like.
I bet you'll wind up remembering emotions you didn't even realize were going through your head.
Do you think there's a special part of your brain for remembering those kind of things?
I want you to be a mystery, but I don't want to be shut out. Scratch that. I want you like May, 2004.
2:24am.
goodnight.
I don't know what it is really; my mind refuses to be made.
It's strange how I think I have so much to write down, and I know i really do, but once it gets down to writing it, thoughts tangle.
So this is sorry, conveniently ahead of time; ahead of any possible confusion.
2:00am now.
A part from the movie "Waking Life" has really been making me think over the past few days....... He sits down with a girl. They're talking. About language, and how everything is just words made up to try to understand everyting. She says it started with the simple things, like fire, and rain, and trees. They're all just things that we've made up sounds for. What is frustration, fear, depression, love? How can several letters of a language we've created explain everything? When you hear the word love, the sounds of the letters put together travel to your ears and go to your brain and there is a chain reacion of thoughts;whether you realize it or not; and you instantly connect to any past feelings of love, or lack of it, and you know what the word means. How can something like love have a name? I think there really is so much more. So many more feelings and emotions that are unspeakable. Language only makes things slightly easier to understand. Letters will never ammount.
2:13am.
You know what it's like when you listen to a song you haven't heard in a while, and it reminds you of how things used to be, when you heard it all the time? In a year from now, that's what the songs you listen to right now will be like.
I bet you'll wind up remembering emotions you didn't even realize were going through your head.
Do you think there's a special part of your brain for remembering those kind of things?
I want you to be a mystery, but I don't want to be shut out. Scratch that. I want you like May, 2004.
2:24am.
goodnight.