“Sometimes I lose myself. Time: is it time? Where’s the Moon when you need her?”
– Diary entry dated 23rd July 2012
There are fragments: of thoughts, ramblings, ideas for blog posts that never get written… ephemera – half-formed, incomplete, even contradictory.
Such is their nature. Take them as you will, or not; whim.
“The other thing about nostalgia… not only a fond remembering, but perhaps a clouded sense of things being better in the past – a melancholy of lost time, and a desire to return to innocence.”
“Rebellion; stream of consciousness; truth and meaning; fringe; eccentric; weird, man; dissatisfaction with society; dare to be different.
Beatitude. Bohemian. Being beat – the bada-boom beat of the heart.
Be in. Being. Love in. Loving.”
In 2011 I gave up smoking for a month… and then started again.
A few weeks ago I started to cut down, wanting to challenge myself. I started with 7 cigarettes a day for a week, and then 6 a day for the next week and so on. It’s a method that worked really well for me, and I’ve completely given up now. All gone. I’ve lost track of how long ago since my last cigarette but it’s been 2 or 3 weeks, and I know I’m not going back this time.
“Time can become an obsession. It’s an affliction that’s all too common today, and I know I struggle against it often. This obsession manifests at it’s worst when we make the people we love the most feel like we’re wasting our time with them, because we’re so preoccupied with what we’re going to do next.
We can combat our obsession with time by being more organised with it, and it’s amazing what can be achieved with 30mins or an hour every day. But we mustn’t succumb to anxiety about time spent, or things not done.
We can also combat our obsession with time by letting go of it as often as we can -something which sadly is quite hard to do in our modern society ruled by a strict structure of time.
There is a balancing act to be achieved between living in the moment, where we lose all sense of time and are purely absorbed in the now, and the realisation of how precious that now is by retaining perspective of memory, and life past and future.
There is no such thing as wasting time – it’s a dangerous mind-set to have. Mistakes are time spent learning. Even waiting can be an exercise in patience, or an opportunity to think or day dream.”
Three spontaneous examples of imaginative insulting titles to amusingly bestow on those you find repugnant:
1: Cacky-fingered shit witch.
2: Crab infested pube gardener.
3: Monkey snuffling junk bungler.
“George is homeless, and busks with a pair of busted up drum sticks, banging away on anything he can salvage: tin cans, bottles.. the detritus of society.
He has a remarkable talent for bewitching people with his strange rhythms – they find themselves dancing uninhibitedly, and always go on their way feeling revitalised, if short a coin or two.”
EIDOLON: In ancient Greek literature, an eidolon (Greek εἴδωλον: “image, idol, double, apparition, phantom, ghost“) is a spirit-image of a living or dead person; a shade or phantom look-alike of the human form. (From Wikipedia)
Do you thin you can tell
what’s real any more?
The whys and the wherefores
subjective I’m sure.
Do you suppose
the footsteps echo
further away from the shore?
– – – solve et coagula – – –
Because sometimes fragments are all we have, and that’s ok.