I haven’t written anything of late- anything meaningful anyway. A part of me is constantly aware of that. But the pen shuns me and the paper forbids that I scrawl across its skin. The emptiness persists.

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Fireflies- Rabindranath Tagore

Some time ago I came across a stream of steady smiles and ripples of laughter. Set against the backdrop of sunshine and blissful storms through the mango tree leaves. I wanted to remain there forever, amongst the tall grasses, skimming my wayward feet along the surface. But the stream moved on. And I could never find it again, I searched. Perhaps it met its end in the dryness of the earth. Or maybe the path led it to valleys more benevolent than the cliffs that had dotted its past. I searched for a way back to those moments. Somehow it seemed to have disappeared by the light of the summer moons. The stream was lost to me, but instead I dipped my ankles in the ocean.

navk:

How do we know whether a given moment will be lost in time or preserved in our minds as a memory? How do we create memory? Moreover, how do we know we are creating it? How do we enshrine it in a repeated cognitive frame; images, movements, sounds, smells, tastes, places, feelings?

“How do I remember you in a place we’ve never met?”

one year ago he came across this blog and we “met” for the first time.

i like this

The value of human life is much too little in our world. A day’s worth of work was considered more important than the lives of 3000 people. When will this change?

At last school is over and i can read for fun

i wish i didn’t have to go to work today. i don’t feel like looking human

I think sometimes that one day I’ll go away someplace perpetually warm; quiet. Somewhere far away from everything as the rest of the world positively goes to shit. But then again, I know myself- and I also know that I could never let myself do such a thing.