Saturday, September 09, 2006
collapse of mind in motion
standing on the 11th floor, looking down i pretend and think of so many things that no one will know of. when you watch the world from the inside of an architecture studio, it's cold and silent. There is a collapse of space, secretly every square inch. Original light sources come in, reflect and become foriegn in an instant. My vision is much clearer now, much more precise but details don't really matter or do they? They're like the simple math problem with unnecessary information to throw you off. The answer is still 27, not 89.
Morning walks down the road of afternoons and in the end it all fades away - black. There is no light, there is only darkness at the end of each day, when you close your eyes, when you sleep, at the end of the end - in the grave.
Looking down from the bridge, the water doesn't seem so faraway. These platforms i walk on have many exits, many stairs. They become harder to climb each day, because i know what i want, isn't waiting for me up there. Sometimes when trains run alongside each other, there is like this awful kind of tension between everything for those few moments. Everything slows down and it feels like somehow this tension will make us cancel each other out. Or maybe the sound makes everything so disoriented.
p.s anthony our instructor promised to bring donuts next time. and adam a major in linguistics told us that english is the most unstructured languge, making it the most hard for foreigners to learn.
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