Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Stardust
Early Morning Waking. Was that a sign of clinical depression or anxiety disorder. Hmm. I can't remember any psychiatry anymore...
(hurrah!)
Think in my case it's a sign of soaring air temperatures. Stupid fan heater... climate control my eye.
Sitting here eating my bowl of Safeway "fresh fruit", savouring the odd acid tang (? preservatives?) I read.
(I can do that. I have the Height of Batcherlorhood, a computer appended onto my bed. Oh no, no, wait. That's a shaver. The best a man can get. Okay, I have the runner-up of Batcherlorhood.)
This strange... disquiet, I feel. Unsettled. Something is wrong, and it's not the scribings on the wall (? rock paintings?) Insightful, and aesthetic as always.
Oh,
Can it be that without my Spectacles of Wisdom (+255) I cannot calm the tumultous anxieties that flood into my soul from the still of the night? Perhaps I fear the dark. (gimme a guiness!)
Or perhaps it's something in the air...
What happens when there are no more questions?
Ponder. I suppose that depends if there are no more answers as well.
Who can say where the road goes.
thirtysomething degrees. Better now. :)
Calmer. Back to oblivion.
Early Morning Waking. Was that a sign of clinical depression or anxiety disorder. Hmm. I can't remember any psychiatry anymore...
(hurrah!)
Think in my case it's a sign of soaring air temperatures. Stupid fan heater... climate control my eye.
Sitting here eating my bowl of Safeway "fresh fruit", savouring the odd acid tang (? preservatives?) I read.
(I can do that. I have the Height of Batcherlorhood, a computer appended onto my bed. Oh no, no, wait. That's a shaver. The best a man can get. Okay, I have the runner-up of Batcherlorhood.)
This strange... disquiet, I feel. Unsettled. Something is wrong, and it's not the scribings on the wall (? rock paintings?) Insightful, and aesthetic as always.
Oh,
Can it be that without my Spectacles of Wisdom (+255) I cannot calm the tumultous anxieties that flood into my soul from the still of the night? Perhaps I fear the dark. (gimme a guiness!)
Or perhaps it's something in the air...
What happens when there are no more questions?
Ponder. I suppose that depends if there are no more answers as well.
Who can say where the road goes.
thirtysomething degrees. Better now. :)
Calmer. Back to oblivion.
