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Monday, February 11th, 2008
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5:08p - visceral
there's something visceral about writing longhand, something not possible to translate to blogging. the feel of the pen sliding across the sheet, akin to the way your soul wishes to dance at that very moment, your handwriting just as much a log as your words. the immediacy of pen to page, the inevitablity of it.
there's no turning back from spilled ink, from the word that's been written the page used, the smudge on your skin.
Singapore, 14 January 2008
current mood:  pensive
current music: Ravi Shankar and Philip Glass - Sadhanipa (comment on this)
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5:13p - here or there
we are never really where we are. always this running from, heading to, coming home, going there. always moving, walking, driving. commuting, flying.
never just here. never just now. always later, a moment ago, tomorrow, yesterday. always counting, planning, recounting, remembering.
never just now. never just.
Singapore, 3:20 AM, 14 January 2008
current mood: pensive
current music: Ravi Shankar and Philip Glass - Sadhanipa (2 comments |comment on this)
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