I was greeted in the mail today, by a copy of the Furl track "You'll Never Know" sent by brother black himself. I think it's awesome and magical how a song comes to fruition, where the message, the words, the lyrics, the music all come together in perfect harmony. Congrats mates! And Music is the best, I say naively and unequivocally. No contest.
It's 2007 now. There's a pervading sense of disquiet around me, a yellowish purple aura that smells like a mixture of scent and salt, like perfume being sprayed into the breeze at sea, overwhelming, contradicting and beautifully unsettling. Ever had a short stray hand of hair embedd itself in the tip of your thumb before?Makes me wonder how something so tiny and worthless can cause so much distress. It pricks you as you rub your thumb and forefinger together, and you can hardly tell it's there. Awesome.
Something tells me that this world is fading, a slow grey ebb towards nothingness. It's crumbling, as we already know when we open the newspapers each morning to the smell of freshly burnt coffee. I don't think we're spinning out of control because there's more evil than good in this world, to quote a random nihilist, that the presence of terrorism, natural disasters, dictatorships, single party states, countries whose Prime Minister's surname has not changed since 1965, the internet, hollywood, IB is what constitutes for the globe acting like a cue ball with too much top spin, freefalling into a foul.
I think it's a lack of something, rather. Something has been lost in recent history, in the development of society, that has seen us lose the rustic, honest and benign nature of our lives. I'm living in the past I know, a pimordial being that will hui bei she hui tao tai (the only chinese phrase I remember now). Oh well, who said that the world's forgiving?
The disquiet's lifting somewhat. I am excited for school next year, I mean the day after tommorow because I wanna see whether all the drunk resolutions I make will see realization. I want this year to be, more than anything else, fufilled. Still, it's another tequila sunrise. This old world still looks the same, another frame..
Happy New Year everyone.
Delivered at 3:09 PM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
FANCIES
Him.K.anglo-chinese.music for the passionate.marvel.gunners.
Orange.debate.
long bus rides armed with an eye and a pod.74.
philosophizing.dystopia.
coffee.Rove.Health.Famary.
Buddies.
writing.1984.
expression.Italian food.
journeys.teh-peng.
stream of consciousness.
witty play on words.musing.
accents.the heartrands.performing.
being a closet connossieur.
a point of view.vigorous
interaction with spherical objects.
irony&pathos.yum.
JS.spirit.a girl that would smile