White cold beautiful
Posted on May 29th, 2009 by monsoux
The other night I have dreamed I was assigned to live on my own in a remote small medieval city in the hills. It was deserted and the snow covered abundantly the gardens, yards and cubic stone alleys. It smelled like the houses of my grandparents in Timisoara. I had an armchair and a pair of speakers, they were in white yellowish ivory-like plastic, like those huge antic piano-radio receivers, only smaller. The whole thing was beautiful, cold, silent and very very lonely. Then I woke up rested.
which makes a new question arise: when did you become overloaded with human / social interaction? (asked this question to myself…still no answer yet…too occupied with interactions to find time to answer it)
I have always been.I am now being an online version of my real self. And of course I am cheating, not giving away the full picture. There should be a “like you used to” somewhere in the text, and a certain label, but it hurts and I have managed pretty well for the past two weeks to be thinking about “it”.
So being cryptical might be a way to avoid hurt…or interaction…or the hurt of interaction (admitting also that a blog can be a tool to crypticality as well as a tool for catharsis). This is both a question and an affirmation.