Duty calls!

I just cleaned my luxaflex and my windows, floor, map with drawings, little statues in the window etc. Big sneez-o-rama because of my rooms dirtyness. I don’t know how my room can be so dirty already, I’ve only lived here for four months. A bit more. But still.

I realized that the picasso things I have hanging on my wall are not at all satisfactory. I’d love to have a 2 meter wide by 1 meter high painting. Made by myself. To express my hypnotic inspirational state and how I was hypnotized by someone playing the piano, his hands begging the keys to make a sound. I’m afraid it’s quite out of my budgetary limits. I can start sketching though. I think I will, right after I’ve done the dishes, fixed my bike (attempt II) and did my paperwork. I’ve a pile of letters from my insurance company and the IRS and so forth as thick as the Lord of the Rings Trilogy.

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Found a poem I wrote a few weeks back. I remember writing it after seeing a film in school about dying people in 3rd world countries.

I called it “Ill man dying”


Watching the sun arise
From the cold night for the last time
For night is all there is to come
Knowing it is the end
Knowing you have to go soon
Leave everyone behind
All the love and life and pain
All is ending, all will go
And when the moment passes
Know you’ll never see it again
Remember how it was
Let your heart embrace that feeling
And take the black hand
Sigh one last sigh
And leave all sorrow behind


I can still feel the sorrow I felt when I wrote this. I think I captured my feelings in a good way in this poem. It still is a sad poem though.

I wonder: why can I only write about extrordinary things and not about real life? I think the answer is: because real life, going to school and drinking coffee, does not amaze and overwhelm me like someone playing the piano or a movie about someone dying of aids does. I just can’t decide if that’s good or bad.

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Finished second attempt fixing bike. I hope it never (ever ever) breaks again. Also: car technician not job for me. Hate getting my hands sticky or greasy. Rest of room is clean to. Ready for Caroline invasion tomorrow.