Tuesday, June 01, 2010

8:25 am

i literally blog for myself now.

when there are more and more things in life, life is reduced to the important things, and the were-important things are taken for granted, and forgotten.

blogs reflect what matters in life.

now that life is stripped down to essentials (not essentials like food and drink, but things that are worth pondering upon), what you see here, changes.

i no longer remember what i do daily. that is taken care by the planner. thoughts, dreams, fantasies, questions... will be dealt with here. this is other space of life.

seems wrong to separate life into spaces. isn't life just, now? does now include the presence of thoughts? or just physical doings?

you gradually lose the timeline. you lose the angst. the enthusiasm for exaggeration. the passion for thought. the endless run of inspiration. what is left.

i don't know if it's general aging, but i know that things aren't the same anymore. i have stopped reading fiction and what i'm writing must have come from literature taught at least 1 year ago. the memory of fiction slowly fades and what i am left with is the an empty void of uninspired old thoughts.

what will save me?

lala laaa.