no need to write anything really.

2006.03.16 13:53:46 204.111.207.13 Search: query for 'i do not need to write pages upon pages of what i have done and what i have felt and where i have been because it has been lived and every second moves on to the next like the spinning tires of a car when the sun is rising to a new day. Oh, I do not have to write pages upon pages either. And some might think that the time spent writing would have been spent much better living. It is like making a picture and missing this exact moment in time to the camera. It got to see it. And we did not get to see it. Only later, a translated version of it. With writing it is even worse. Turning a flood of impressions into a trickle of letters, words, sentences. How much time does it take to write a sentence describing a split second of bliss? How many days does it take to do it right? How many years does it take to realize that it can not actually be done. Time wasted to the recording devices. It is all around us. I am here now. I could be out, invisibly to you, crawling into the spaces between the seconds cutting this city into perceivable slices. I am here though. And what I am doing is not a recording of what I have done or what I have felt. What I am doing here is what I happen to feel and happen to do and it is exactly like the spinning tires of a car, the sun rising to a new day. it is exactly that somehow. i do not remember really what I wrote a week ago, or a month or a year. I might repeat myself. I sometimes find old entries and they are a mystery to me. They contain hidden messages that even I fail to decode anymore. Hmm... I am going to take an hour now to get home on the train. I think this is what I am going to do.