Sitting on the floor of a freshly vacuumed empty room, that only days ago housed my entire existence, struck me as uncomfortably metaphorical. The room is empty, the house continues, people come and I am gone.
I am fifteen again, living at home, no job or partner or other engaging distractions to fill the void. Have never felt quite so alone. But what they hey. Silver lining would be to see everything as an opportunity, a catalyst to kick me into gear and take advantage of some newfound total freedom, with or without the finances to realise any unfulfilled ambitions. Ultimately however positive thinking doesn't come quite as naturally as I had hoped, and the day to day struggle becomes one of differentiating between self-loathing and self-pity. Wondering what next I am going to inadvertedly or naievely fuck up.
DEPRESSING SHIT AYE
Two can play at that game, Eamonn.
Woot
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Southern Comfort
Something of an epiphany. Pursuing the impractical meets unexpected progress, and reality seems to distort.
Dunedin has been kind. Rural hill views, rows of vibrant greenery and less-than-pleasant associated smells combine for a wonderfully stimulating daily excursion, traversing dusty roads and beaten tracks by duocycle while pondering why no-one else still listens to Supergrass. Though the mock-hollywood styled MOSGIEL sign has me recoiling in amazement that something so gauche and tragic was ever erected.
Have found a second bar worth frequenting, and I am no longer limited to two varieties of Emersons for on-the-town drinking. Bulmers Cider, I am in your debt.
EP is coming along. Second track nearly finished. Never been more proud of something I've helped create, and that includes the first time I successfully managed to deep-fry chicken at home.
Looking ahead feels both daunting and inspiring. Pending a financial shakeup, this year could hold any number of potential adventures.. whether worldly, musically, educationally or.. other? Somehow, feeling close to square one with just about everything feels like more of an opportunity than a hindrance.
Oh life, you so crazy
Dunedin has been kind. Rural hill views, rows of vibrant greenery and less-than-pleasant associated smells combine for a wonderfully stimulating daily excursion, traversing dusty roads and beaten tracks by duocycle while pondering why no-one else still listens to Supergrass. Though the mock-hollywood styled MOSGIEL sign has me recoiling in amazement that something so gauche and tragic was ever erected.
Have found a second bar worth frequenting, and I am no longer limited to two varieties of Emersons for on-the-town drinking. Bulmers Cider, I am in your debt.
EP is coming along. Second track nearly finished. Never been more proud of something I've helped create, and that includes the first time I successfully managed to deep-fry chicken at home.
Looking ahead feels both daunting and inspiring. Pending a financial shakeup, this year could hold any number of potential adventures.. whether worldly, musically, educationally or.. other? Somehow, feeling close to square one with just about everything feels like more of an opportunity than a hindrance.
Oh life, you so crazy
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