God it feels good to be back. Nice pristine white walls around here. And you, yes you, do look beautiful today.
I’ve got almost 5months left till the end. I’d say time flies, but we all know that’s a lie. Time doesn’t fly, it knocks you out cold and vanishes the moment you wake up groggily feeling abject loss . Oh yeah it steals your kidneys too.
My heart’s pretty much all set on leaving for America next year. It also rams itself against my chest periodically telling me to stay. Mom says she’ll definitely cry if I leave. Thanks Mom.
Question: Mass Comm or Journalism? One’s theoretical. One practical. Both fun things to do whilst finding myself in New York, Evanston, or some place where I can kick back, stare at the setting sun and write a song or two about people finding themselves in setting suns. Or California.
I’m reading Sandman now. No screw that, I’m forging an indigenous, almost congenital relationship with Neil Gaiman’s multiverse. It’s amazing. It’s the stuff Dreams are made of. I’m at vol. 5 and already I feel like I know these characters, images and themes so well. They’re like extensions of ma soul man, good Lord. Think the Sandman will always be a part of me, and us, till we hear the sound of her wings. (I was floored by that line, only bettered by ‘I am Hope’ *dies*)
I’m walking around in HMV. I close my eyes and pick a cd off the rack. I’ve found Stars, alongside The Dresden Dolls, Sigur Ros, Imogen Heap and the Manic Street Preachers. Maybe you’ll find love, God and everlasting happiness this way too. You make your own memories.
I discovered recently that my motto in life was to live life with no regrets, to be the guy everybody wanted to be, to be the one who was fwoahhhh* inspiring. We’ll see how this goes,starting with this new post marching to the strains of Dakota. I think i’m different from before. I think i might have something else to bring to the table. So take a look at me now.
*ask me. it’s profoundly simple.
