space

the only things i read these days is whatever the people at Issue Magazine are writing. i give up on Plato, i probably need to reach some sort of contemplative mood in order to do that. these days i am one who is too bounded to another, to the point of annoyance. so this instant gratification of your laments, thoughts, rants, in the form of replies, texts, calls, messages, tweets, emails, whatever really, has really thrown reflection out of the window. you are not driven to the point of desperation that enables you properly assess things. the invasion of other people’s thoughts before your own. we call this cacophony.

in fact, the only time i think i have time to properly think (clear headed) is when i’m inside a surau from maghrib till isyak. see there’s the dude talking in front of you, but you’re not really listening, you’re really thinking about things that occur throughout the day, week, month. a sense of organizing again your thoughts, and feel remorse about anything. plan  your weekend or your life for that matter. contemplate on your being.

to have your own designated space where no one can actually disturb your (barge in), and you don’t feel the inclination to speak, to listen, to do anything except to stay still and i don’t know, delve into yourself. 

the problem arises when another person has become your space. there we encounter the incapacity to receive. what is to be done, then?

we disconnect ourselves for a while and try again.

goodnight.

(p/s; this sounds too much like Data Communication. heh)

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