Saturday, 25 January 2014

Why can't I ever finish a latte?

From day to night I keep changing. Never sticking to something is rather bad. Taking into account, my life is never constant and things usually not finished. My shelf filled with half read books, boxes full of half written diaries, half sketched drawings..half knitted sweaters,half written thoughts, half thought thoughts ..wait..what..Today, I am in the 90's, tomorrow 50's, and I keep drifting through decades in my individual made up world. Is it good, is it bad..I can not identify as you might have guessed. Metamorphosis that is all. tumblr photos

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

Monday, 20 January 2014

Forgive my foul observations

A complete chaos. It started on a Friday evening when the toilet got clogged. I realised how important the necessity to put our processed food away is. It seems so normal and trivial, just another chore like brushing your teeth. But, if your toilet gets clogged shit becomes your life, you will even dream of it, have nightmares. You’ll lose your appetite because just the thought of generating more shit will make you despise yourself. You begin to analyse and realise that without a place to send our waste away we are lost. It is quite saddening to think that we are very fragile towards hygiene. If we do not brush our teeth everyday we will consequently have bad breath, if we don’t wash ourselves, we stink. Even animals are better. Bomb the cat doesn’t brush its teeth and its breath is better than lots of human beings out there. Maintenance. It i all about maintenance. So, in the day the toilet got clogged I had to stay home the whole day waiting for the plumber to come and fix it. Around 3 in the afternoon he arrived. Wearing dark blue jeans dungarees. His hair was partly combed and, he had stains of paint on his Dr.Martins. He approached the entrance of the house with a black tool box. In a horsy voice he greeted me. I showed him the way to the toilet. I told him we haven’t used the toilet for three days. He went out of the toilet and back to the front yard where the pipe was located. He looked at me with a smirk and said: “You better go inside now, we never know what it will come out of it”. I looked at him with concern and went in. He removed the pipe opening and from inside the house I heard the sound of running water. He came inside and clutched his tool box. Afterwards, I decided to stay in the kitchen drinking tea. I haven’t eaten for three days.I would only have liquids. I offered him some tea but he politely rejected. He worked on the pipe outside whilst I had tea running down mine. (instagram) and a Dory Previn (song)

Friday, 17 January 2014

Notes from Underground

I usually have to spend about an hour in the tube. That's how long my journey to college is. I am not sure whether that is a good thing or not. It surely has a positive side, which is..I can read half of a book whilst sitting there with nothing to do. There are a few things I usually do. I listen to music, which is often great. I feel as if I'am in a much better world; people look nice to the sound of my selected tunes but, lately they don't. Lately, music in the tube has been..boring. Crazy, I guess. Music can't be boring, right. I guess it's due to the commuters. They pack in and ruin everything. My second option is writing on my journal. I rarely do it. I buy loads of journals and dream of beautiful handwritings and, perfect interesting stories to write. Never Happens. Another issue with writing in public is privacy. Probably, no one cares what I am writing but it is the same as when one poses for a picture. People will stare for a couple of seconds. Said that, my third option is Bukowski says 'always carry a book with you so you don't have to look at people'. By reading a book the long journey does not seem so long. So, I sit there and Notes from Underground makes me smile and that's a reaction I consciously wonder about getting, alone in public..It is similar to laughing at your phone. Laughing alone. Can you control it? So what right? Ahh, okay!

Thursday, 2 January 2014