Recovering from a hard day's work can be quite relaxing.
Recovering from a non-laborious day of lazy speculation - even better.
All i did today was sit on my arse...and ruminate on possibilities that clouds can form shapes that are very odd indeed.
Oh and there was the small matter of trying to figure out the nature of such things and why man is ABLE to speculate on clouds, or monkeys or anything else for that matter.
Life of Pi has been on my mind.
that book was a wildcard.
And I mean I was stunned. Metaphor within metaphor within one yet.
Very Ernest Hemingway-ish. Very likeable.
This summer promises to be stupor-filled. There is the small matter of constant work.
It also promises to be full of watermelon. Num Num. I do wish that I had mangoes a plenty instead.
Have been crushing on Oasis again - thanks to W - the ungettable getty. He manages by a flick of his lovely fingers on a guitar or a table even, to invoke the deepest strands of music within me. Those that were reserved for the strands that make up the very essence of the universe - in numbers and music lies our salvation!
It's his effortless passion in music - feels like we are of the same mind. It is this powerful connection that keeps me going, no matter how the end of the affair be.
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