i wished i could speak your language and maybe one day i will, but for now everything is impermanent, there are no prospects in any continuity and there is a certain melancholy in it. but for now everything is salient, peaceful, and i should be glad for that because these days the tempering of a soul isn’t quite the way it used to be.
three months have fled to a close and sometimes i quite marvel how the passage of time winds itself to an end, to counterwind itself in a similar, albeit unidentical path. the attrition of time, the oxidation of a human soul will certainly attest to that, but sometimes that isn’t a bad thing is it? if only one doesn’t make the same mistakes again, if only one were wise enough not to repeat, if only one could learn, if only one were able to learn, if only one could have the capacity to embrace another path, if only, if only.
there are stories, there are always stories to tell.
two nights ago lisa shouted at me to come over, and i held a fistful of teaspoons in my hand as she told me to punch out potatoes out of a mould and i was like, yeh, but i need to polish these cutlery first. she took them from me, took my napkin and start shining the wee spoons before i took her cue and made the fondants. i started laughing though once i imagined aubrey coming in and taking in the complete reversal of roles.
last night was the launch of the new menus and 10 minutes before the restaurant opened for dinner and aubrey and jakob found the mistake i saw the day before in the print. they were like, it’s alright it’s only two ribeye steaks before aubrey left and i told jakob that one of the ribeyes was for a supplementary of £0.95 and he was like SHIT and rushed off to reprint. but not before he left a mustard bomb which lingered in the air for 5 minutes and smoked the whole front staff out.
these arent incandescent words nor images, but they help break a monotony and there’s not many laughs these days.
and stars hang like pretty teenagers, waiting for their chance says:
neuroscience
and stars hang like pretty teenagers, waiting for their chance says:
wtf
and stars hang like pretty teenagers, waiting for their chance says:
cool beans sir.
jinwei. – says:
quite cool
jinwei. – says:
but like. It’s damn out there la
jinwei. – says:
who can I talk to about neuroscience
jinwei. – says:
I’ll belike phosphatidylinositol on your cell membranes is important for signal transduction
jinwei. – says:
and they’ll be like omgwtf
jinwei. – says:
sigh
little tornados sweep you up, carry you into the air for a brief moment and set you down on a green meadow two hundred yards away.
in an imagined world that is.
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first off day in nine and i spent it twice at the gym, in inverness, and in the bed. it’s intense, extravagant, idyll respectively but i have no complaints about it because it’s time to yourself and that’s all you really need sometimes.
i wish i had stories to tell these days, and maybe i do, but i wish there were more poetry in my life, less of the literal more of the figurative but sometimes that’s life, you toil through it, you move on, slowly but indomitably to a closure.
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little tornado blew out the windowpane/left the inside to the rain
Mark Black was crying when he opened the door and saw us, because he had been waiting for someone to come back to him, so everytime someone knocked on the door, he couldn’t stop himself from hoping it might be that person, even though he knew he shouldn’t hope.
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close – Jonathan Safran Foer
it was my birthday a week and two days ago and talking with shining has brought closure of sorts; it’s over, it’s time to get out of the loop, there is no i in threesome and there will not be any reciprocity of any kind. we can be friends, we should be friends and just leave things as that.
i was talking to lucka last night and she told me the slovakian word for yes was ano; not a no, but ano, joined together pronounced together smelted together; like anon without an n. but maybe there isn’t that much difference in it; no was still nyet and i asked her why was it that there are so many different versions of yes, but no was still nyet consistently throughout; why is it so easy to say no, and hard to say yes but i didnt get an answer.
