as to battle out boredom and loneliness. as the month of ramadan starts, it is not the food that i miss, nor my own family (because space is annihilated with time), it is the longing towards the yet unattainable peace, the tranquil of being one and be content with everything. if i could declare that i want everything, this insatiable urge to become, and not to just be, the progress towards something, i think i shall be happier off with myself. we must move. and to lie deep in our slumber, thinking of perfection, the ideal (there’s always the idea of the ideal),without ever initiating any action towards it, i am oblomov. and i desire not to live like the little boy in his dream in the dull country of oblomovska, like those little peasants who live a day waiting for the day to end and another to start (what a waste), thinking of routines and the food and the day’s labour only, or to dwell about slowly a problem for months without ever coming to any resolve (towards initiation, at least). things like that.
it is important to not to slip into atrophy.
perkaraperkara 