The Pictorium
Sharing bits of my life over the past few months with you.
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| From Snow in York |
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| From Whitby & Scarborough |
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| From Leeds |
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| From Durham |
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| From Brighton |
Archived entries for
Pause
This sounds heavily clichéd but,
If I could choose a power,
I would choose the power to
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Pause.
In other news, I am alive and well. Every day I blog something in my head and I wish someone would invent a gadget that can upload my mental posts to the internets. Until then, these posts remain unpublished. Like the majority of human thought they are inaccessible and fragile. I could use a Pause button right about now.
Shock and Awe
As I was walking home from the city centre this evening, a crazy idea dawned on me. I looked around me with fresh eyes and a new mind. Then, in a moment’s clarity, I realized that I was not in Amman any longer. My body responded: I couldn’t breathe.
Dizzying clarity. How had I numbed my senses so much for the past four months? What mechanism of denial or adaptation or out-of-body-ness is at work here? Can one be fully functional when one does not quite register what exactly is going on and where and when until some time later?
I know. I will call it a lag of awareness. I have it.
The Sign Post that Goes Either Way
I am still alive. Can’t believe it’s been over two months since I last blogged though! How does time fly like that? It’s not fair. I feel cheated out of my life. But I won’t bore you with that again.
I have noticed that several blogs have removed their previous links to mine, which only makes sense I suppose but which now poses this question to me: what now? Where do I go from here? What will be the fate of Tololy’s Box, this place that has been a part of me for so long?
