Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
Blankness is screaming out to be written upon, about. So what am I going to do about it? What is going to be done?
The mind is a strange thing. Computing numbers - crunching them, in fact. How many people are online at this very moment? How many have eaten today? How many find sleep easy to come? How many are planning for tomorrow?
Me. I am staring oddly and evenly at the screen and my fingers are going tap, tap, tappity-tap and letters are forming words and words, sentences. Yet the thoughtflow is desireless. Are you still having fun? So the song goes... rather comes out of the speakers, to be honest!
One song finishes, the auto-playlist thinks of setting another one up. We only come out at night. Yep, the smashing pumpkins.
The light flickers. No, it is not candlelight. Candle lights are meant to be shared, aren't they? This is only the low incandescent light of the flickering tube. Much unlike the telly.
By Jupiter! It is a clear night outside. Spring is round the corner. The cornetto of winter is about to melt much like the icecaps over the southern pole; waiting to happen. Something is!
Shuffle. Auto-shuffle. Coldplay. Yellow.
Odd hour this. 11 PM. Look at the stars, how they shine for you. They were all Yellow. I came along and wrote a nothing for you... So it goes.
Kurt Vonnegut is a mighty writer. Billy Pilgrim is a star. In his own special time-travelling way. Wonder if he ever felt the traveller's blues. I continue to wonder.
Crunch. Crunching harder. The head is making noises. Seven is a nice number. Seven times Seven is forty nine which is probably a reasonably good age to retire and be self employed. I wished to do that at thirty-five, but the economics of the world didn't appear to my tiny brains when I was twenty one. Funny how the pattern is all seven-surrounding and surrounded well too.
Oh yes, Lemon is the newest band that I have heard of and that was more than year back. Lovely band, nice songs. Fills in the meloncholy. All excuses. All excuses.
Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow is less than an hour away. Invited friends down to my place for some food and a quiet party. Didn't imagine that will keep me busy the whole week - after work that is! Hope they like what I serve. Hope they enjoy.
Mine is to give what I don't own as my own. Time, that is. Universal is it not; meaning everyone gets a piece of it in his or hers own time.
Yipee. Mark Knopfler. I am falling in love with this autoplaylist thing. Software can fill gaps in your life in a way you never imagined. In a way I never imagined, anyway.
So it goes.
What it is.
Yesterday was St. Paddy's day. Nothing happened. To me, at least. With me to be more appropriate.
Wonder why I am typing tap, tap, tappity-tap.
Wonder. Crunch. Seven minutes times three gone. Still crunching. Life.