Oh well, back to home sweet home, where i will scavenge for food like a badger in the wild. Does anyone know what badgers eat?
by krisis
Meanwhile, have you ever tried to cease the babbling of your internal monologue? Can you truly stop it, or just bury it under a sea of calm. Try it sometime … i don’t think you can make it stop. Of course, the question raised if you can’t stop it is – does it really belong to you? More on that later…
Eight hours later, it turns out that i survived. Today was rather enjoyable, despite the overwhelming lack of sleep involved. The dread spectre of tomorrow is looming close, though. I don’t really want to move to Canada.
They’re taking apart my radiator now. For a while it was just incessant clanging of a chisel against a metal joint. At first it was the most jarring noise in the world, but soon it became as comforting as a favourite song; i barely resisted turning on my microphone to catch a snippet of it. Strident and ringing, clear as a bell but not as deep or rich. But, it’s over now. And i don’t think it’s fixed yet, nor will it be when i have to leave for class in twenty minutes. Or, hmm… now they’re packing up. Sometimes i’m wrong…
I over-narrate. My songs are all stories that i tell again and again. This log is less musings on life than bland daily (and hourly, and momentary) reports on the status of my life. My annalytical term papers are “too narrative – though it makes for a good story.” Hell, even my prose is too – i don’t know – prosey. I am much to fixated on ways to say things and not nearly interested enough in the ways that allow me to expand upon the story being told. It’s the same as my album reviews saying everything about a song except for a single thing about its sound. I’m not sure what i’m supposed to do about it, but there it is, laid out as plainly as i can understand it. Or: is that the problem….