Several Things With Several Someones

1. Your ex-girlfriend let me sit shotgun while we whizzed through night traffic in a what I'd like to describe as hypnosis-dreamy annoying music. I didn't like her. Or the music. I didn't like you much at that time either, amigo.

2. Android phone-notification-smiley face-dinner-feel like throwing up-not even drinking coffee-hate you but can't

3. Deux mois

4. Nighttiming

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This may be none of my beeswax but somehow I never linked Katia Benini with lyrical mind dumps.

(not that I even knew her) very odd.

Various Things All At Once

I think seizing this chance to write a little somethin' somethin' is a good thing before I disappear completely again. I originally had at least some small part of my life I'd share but that was before I got distracted by a Lana Del Rey demo playlist on 8tracks... Forgive me, lone reader.

Minor updates: Bristol has so much more green than... well, anywhere I've been really. Below are a few photos taken behind Beckymania's house (yes, her house is located next to a forest of some sort with a path with dangerous cars etc, the usual) and Bath Abbey.

I must thank Lillian (shoutout to llly at wordpress!) for the French version of Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra which I hopefully will attempt in the near future if my French ever improves beyond greeting babies. C'est tout.

Until the next time!

  

Vamos

What better way to start talking to no one than posting some pictures - this week I'm back in London with a swollen eye, basking in the summer heat with Jas and Lilly who came to visit:

This is a sea-foam green that will be on the walls of a future home; I hate these summer days, dwindling into restless anger and dissatisfaction. But in times like this, I should relish in very rare moments which are the only times I don't really have an excuse for feeling unproductive and cynical.

AMELIE

I watched the remaining half of Amelie that I didn't watch about a year ago. It was a terribly warm day, had a coffee, cleaned the house, felt alone, sang etc. This weekend proves to be devastatingly boring, and my only defense is that I should be finishing up work due for deadlines. I was reading Mill's Utilitarianism last weekend and had a good think about happiness being justified, and will potentially share my thoughts on it in the next post. My current venture is reading an interpretation of Kant's Critique of Pure Reason, and there is a chapter on sense impressions that I very much would like to talk about, also possibly soon when I get round to finish everything that I should. I would also like if I could finish up Nineteen Eighty-Four soon, but it's such a oppressive book whenever I try to read it.

In the meantime, I'm full of distractions and disruptions. Anyone up for taking on an offer to the Tate's display of Yayoi Kusama with me?

Final note, I want to also get back into reading Euripides at some point or another.

My regrets

In some ways, this is the augmented reality that I never imagined. I do most things for the thrill, in the absence of things I want but cannot have. But I don't think the same can be said for my mistakes. I am beginning to think my failures in these misadventures is becoming my future, and I am convinced to believe that this is only but the most natural thing. Perhaps one of my greatest mistakes besides my lack of ingenuity in most areas in life is my cursed memory of redundant details of people I know. The only reason it is a mistake because I'd like to believe conversations are The Meaningful Insight to someone else, knowing fully well it isn't.

A few examples:-

Origins of names

S used to eat Chinese takeaway food from his dad's.

You are such a nice person, but it's a tragedy for me

Long Islands for you and R

etc.

I'm sorry I'm a horrible person, I'm working on it.

Come As You Are

Long overdue photos from the early cold days-

V&A

Snow