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when i close my eyes, my face becomes the face of a clock, with the gears turning in my skull (often times they grind unpleasantly). my dad imagines the inner-workings of his mind as a mechanical process. at cafes, he dislodges his skull and finely tunes each mechanism/part of his brain.
i finally realized what neil meant by 'rust never sleeps' because rust is the most accurate representation of how i perceive time and what time does to everything/everyone. what is new and lovely will inevitably oxidize and decay and the beauty that existed before is just embedded in memories (which also rot & decompose).
the buildings that compose the majestic city skyline are just sand castles, consumed by the relentless waves, but on another time scale. the earth is continuously shaped and reshaped.
there was some friction between my parents and i and now guilt on both ends of the table. this adds an additional layer of isolation, so i turn to writing to this old journal until i feel better.
i miss cuddling with another human being. doing this with someone i genuinely cared about right now would make me cry. i want untitled 8 by sigur ros hovering above us and deep kisses and a mist of tears.
i finally realized what neil meant by 'rust never sleeps' because rust is the most accurate representation of how i perceive time and what time does to everything/everyone. what is new and lovely will inevitably oxidize and decay and the beauty that existed before is just embedded in memories (which also rot & decompose).
the buildings that compose the majestic city skyline are just sand castles, consumed by the relentless waves, but on another time scale. the earth is continuously shaped and reshaped.
there was some friction between my parents and i and now guilt on both ends of the table. this adds an additional layer of isolation, so i turn to writing to this old journal until i feel better.
i miss cuddling with another human being. doing this with someone i genuinely cared about right now would make me cry. i want untitled 8 by sigur ros hovering above us and deep kisses and a mist of tears.