The happy place

I’m on the train, this is the start of my adventure, a journey into creativity and culture!

It’s making an extra stop now, a little bit longer than usual, outside of one of the most beautiful places in the world, but through the windows of the car, I see only a dark blue grey,

Because the lands are shrouded in the thickest fog,

So if someone, an elk?, ventures onto these train tracks, nobody will be able to stop the train from hitting it, and for the elk, the train — even with its headlights — will appear to be coming out of nowhere!

In this magical mist, the mind might wander; I could picture that I’m anywhere in the world, or other worlds or times,

But, I’m already where I want to be, the most beautiful place I know,

I hate this place, but I love it even more!

When I played golf or badminton, our table tennis, all of games I don’t enjoy, I really have this strong mental focus, visualising the perfect strike or whatever, you know?

Really seeing before me, But it doesn’t help.

Like when I was at a farm, as a child, looking at the goat grandmother sold to them, holding the fence, which I found out was electric, getting a shock.

Probing carefully, I discovered to my great disappointment, that I hadn’t gotten any superpowers. Nothing like that.

And finally, when stepping on the hornets’ nest, as a child, instead of being controlled by my mind, they stung me.

I haven’t managed to break this wall between imagination and reality

Yet.

I inflated this tiny bubble of happiness, but for some reason, it burst.

I’d lighted a fire in the fireplace, and quietly I was having a beer in the kitchen, by the bar disk. Feeling at peace.

But then something happened? What went wrong ?

Is this just the ebb and flow of things? Did they moon cause this?

Are my humours out of balance?

I know, I think I know what it was

i thought of mother.

I usually start like this, with describing the weather,

Which when I woke up, I saw, I saw the brown leaves scattered on the ground, like so many frosted cornflakes

And with the rising sun, vapours rise too in a wet fog

And there are birds, the rowan trees’ are full of birds , the berries are red, the leaves red like rust

And I’ve been tired, lethargic almost

But my father came, and we had beers outside by the fire, and look, I like the fire, to gaze into the fire

I don’t want to think inside of my own head today, so I won’t

That’s my prerogative.

Dear diary!

I found a plastic food container in the freezer. I’d been thinking to eat it today, the day when I’m alone. But, when I could finally pry open the lid to see what was inside, it was just something brown, like a puddle of frozen mud.

Isn’t that fascinating?

The little town next to where I live, it’s teeming with racists. Finally there was a sinkhole there, which I have good reason to believe, in reality is a not fully opened hole leading straight down to hell.

I think the whole town might sink into this hole one fine day, and I haven’t made up my mind yet, whether it is a good thing, or a bad.

I choose indifference this time.

Speaking of which,

Have you thought about the fact that neutrality almost always benefits the strong party in a conflict, the oppressor.

It’s dark and cloudy outside, and a chill is in the air! I think I might’ve seen the moon too, and if so, it shone strongly.

The night belongs to the frogs! They are everywhere, of all sizes and frog shapes,

But during daylight, I see them only when it rains.

Where are they the rest of the time?

How many frogs do I kill with the lawnmower?

It’s a slaughter, maybe

And even though that might be,

And even though I love frogs

Still i mow

Such is the power of

Imagination

On the train again, I really enjoy it, a blue train travelling in the misty autumn coloured lands like in a dream almost, but this is reality!

And I even took the red pill!

And I’m o on my way to see the friend of the office, to put in a good unit of work, maybe have a fancy lunch with pie? And coffee!

And now I must read my book, because even though it’s not a muscle, but mostly fat, the brain needs exercise too!

I’m feeding my fire again!

In the darkness I see the stars up there. How could they make me feel insignificant, when they’re all so very small?

The moon has been shining bright, full and with a silvery glow without warmth these past three days!

And tonight it was only 98% full but bright as ever nonetheless!

And it made me think of this Song of Songs: Ohia/Magnolia electric co. “Almost was good enough”

It’s one of my favourites, even the lyrics really does strike a chord

First:

Did you really believe, come on, did you really believe That everyone makes it out? Almost no one makes it out Almost no one makes it out

And then, finally

For once, almost was good enough Almost was good enough Almost was good enough

It’s good,

I’m listening to Iggy Azaleah, sitting in the bar of my own kitchen. A fire is burning in the fireplace.

I’m back again to my old self!

It took only two or three years?

She’s pretty bad, but I know now that a Loubouiton is a shoe.

It’s never a bad thing to gain knowledge. The point is, you never know which curveballs life throws your way; the more you know, the higher the probability of sucess

Just gather it all in the head

And lo and behold, it’s just like a junk room up there

With Loubouiton’s, C#, weather stations and Pokémon.