I've been meditating for a while now, my inner self better have something wise to say when i reach it.
-just a thought
I sit uneasily on this chair
uneasily in a couch in which we stay
where inevitably i fall asleep and die
But, let me step on the stones and across the stream
Leaving this thing for another, just a hop
finding invaluable balance between the two
There, without a brace, i rest
-translated from St-Denys Garneau
I was walking in the traffic in Watertown, rain was pouring sideway like the waves from the car splashes. One of those moment when my frown is so obvious even i notice; i suddenly had a choice. I'll usually opt for the axiomatic happiness. So i did, putting up a smile. The "Ah! do I feel good. Can you see how good i feel despite every thing ?" kinda smile. Which is a pleonasm : one can only be happy despite every thing else. But i didn't argue with that smile.
So, I found a Abandoned warehouse claimed by wines and hawthorn and made my self a little campfire to dry myself out before the night, where i could spin my dagger to orientate my journey.
-travel log 08-06-12