This morning I woke up trying to remember the thought I had in a moment of lucid wakefulness, a thought that I knew was significant and told myself "I must remember!" before I fell back asleep. The thought was hovering at the edge of consciousness, but no matter how much I scrunched my face, no matter how many doors I knocked in my head (they sound quite heavy and hollow in the morning), there it stations itself stubbornly. Up till now it remains elusive, despite attempting the art of "not thinking and it will just come to me".
The thought is curling seductively like smoke tendrils in dense night air. It is mocking me like red-stained lips smiling from a hidden corner of chaos. What is this important thought!
...okay. Back to work.
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Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Posted by tweedlingdum at 10:54
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