PHQ-Nickname:
LordAsriel
Halfquake:
Garbage Fort
Level:
17
Total kills:
378,946
Birthday:
May 20th 1991
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| Mood: | awake |
| Type: | Diary entry |
| Added: | May 25th 2006, 04:23:43 |
| Visits: | 1398 |
| Rating: | 4/5 (Votes: 1) |
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Description:
This for you to read, but mainly for me to write, so feel free to read it, or not to. |
I go out of school... I feel a little dizzled because of the thinking -much more of memorizing than of actual reasoning- I've lived through in the morning. I go to the bus stop and wait for the bus to come. With some luck, there are some friends of mine taking the same bus, so that I can have some chat during the trip. This time they aren't any, so it will be a lonely time I'll spent inside the transport.
This is surely the main thinking period of my day. I think of what has happenned and of what will. There isn't such a thing as present in a bus. Time just comes to go slower, so that you have the instan before you went on an the instant in which you get down there's a freezing period of free reflection. Of course, I could choose to sleep, but it wouldn't be that interesting and I could be asleep when the bus reaches my stop. I anyway miss the stop because of thinking too deeply and end five blocks farther.
I don't regret it, though, as it's a way to walk different ways and keep the mind entertained with not so daily images. I walk through a small bridge and enter my neighborhood. It's some nice place, where the houses of the high and low middle class mix up. It's cloudy and there's some soft wind. A perfect Autumn afternoon, indeed. I walk over many fallen leaves as I watch the houses nearby. It's so quiet around that I could place myself seventy years ago but for the cars parked around me, too new models as to join that image.
I go on walking and then reach a corner something like five blocks away from my place. It's a corner I don't remember to have seen awake, although I must have because it appears in my dreams reppeatedly. I stare at it for some seconds as I remember the full dream. It was a very nice one, with friends and joy and the pleasure of the gathering. However, I'm alone today. I hesitate for yet some seconds and then sigh. Beautiful memories have a very particular effect on one's mood. I walk away feeling somehow happier and sadder at the same time.
I don't take notion of time until I reach home. I open the grate's door as James, my dog, comes to salute me. I enter, then close the door and start to caress him. My mood is not the best for this activity though, so I leave him and enter the house. I leave my bag and jacket on one corner of the hall and I sit down on a sofa. I sigh again and my look gets lost in the infinite... |
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