Friday, February 04, 2005
- 3:10 pm
every day grows longer; and lessens in meaning; the term 'golden day' is a thing of the past destined to stay that way for time to come; golden days that were days of production; and days of seduction.
do you remember how it used to be?
today skool ended late; what with debates and then going for a haircut; singing xi li chou by jay chou in front of a full lecture theatre; to coaching the debating team and wondering when some meaning will venture forth from the wilderness of earth and back into my life. tomorrow in any case is the stupid ICS orientation, and on saturday the debate compy at NYJC; there is no production for the first three months, and i plunge myself so wholeheartedly into all these events such that the unvented emotional directional can be kept aside; forgotten for now until it can be used for a different production.
the stage is my life; and my life, an act
further emboldened by the beauty of this empty space, i write, my thoughts transmitted through my hands onto this blank sheet of papers; scrolling ever onwards towards the bottom of the page in the midst of this dark night; the champagne atmosphere convival in a different sense to me; in a subtler fashion.
the surrounding night is dark velvet; i am outside, writing. a cooling breeze wafts about the air; bringing with it the freshness of night, and the aroma of the leaves still wet from the earlier drizzle. the wind blows slightly harder; and the leaves rustle; but that is the full extent of the only disturbance of the night. and i close my eyes; i listen; i feel; i emote and i let it all out to the night, something only the moon could ever begin to understand, a cosmic release of energy to the stars. the trees nod their leafy canopies in quietly lugubrious accompaniment.
i am by myself, alone.
hit the stars
