Now

[real_chips]

The old mania of feeling dawn approaching and I should have tried sleeping but I didn't and I can feel a day getting away from me again. Surfing LJs looking for those like me; dropping random words where I think they might amuse or help. Go to fucking bed. Let it/them go. Let the night die sleep sleep sleep please sleep sleep stop it stop it

Comments

[lipsandlove]

must be how you found me.

Made you look!

[real_chips]

Yes. There is this wonderful movie called "Wings of Desire" by Wim Wenders (that has recently been remade in the States with much less class, mass, and gravity) wherein the angel Damiel listens to the silent thoughts of the world of people around him. {If you haven't seen this film you must} Watching LJ's 'most recent' posts late at night (here at least) reminds me of what Damiel hears. Most of it is rather prosaic but every once in a why something implores him to respond. The predawn hours always seem the most forlorn to me and the chance to gain human contact if only randomly is at times irresistible. I don't claim to be an angel but I once posted a latenite drunken and rather despondent rampage on LJ and out of nowhere came a sane and calming reply. I have always enjoyed that moment and wish the same on others. Perhaps the ultimate gift of cyberspace is the asynchronous beauty of random immediacy. Gives me hope at least. Hope I didn't bother you fellow traveler, take care. T

[fadedtune]

Haha. Only saw the comment you wrote me just now.

Shows exactly how well I'm in touch with things.