Tonight's companionship consisted of:
1 sachet of 3-in-1 instant coffee
2 teaspoons of condensed milk
2 sticks of menthol cigarettes
1 box of safety matches
1 cat of the male kind
After eight hours of intermittent sleep, everything suddenly seemed alright that it felt strange. Maybe it was because of the atmospheric shifts - it was, after all, nearly December. After a number of guiltless puffs and occasional sips, everything seemed okay. It has been a long while: the unaltered goodness of nicoffeine, heightened by the liquid sugar, redeemed everything that was bleak. The feline creature made everything more bearable: immobile yet moving. In a confined place, everything felt safe, everything looked fine, and everything sounded sane. No one was keeping track of anything. Nothing, in particular, had to be taken note of. Everything was a blank slate, or something similar. Suddenly, everything that was unimportant was long forgotten. Everything seemed fine. And above all, everything seemed strange.
All of which ought to be a good thing... ought to be.
And then, there it was, malingering: "Why must you generalize everything?" The generalization of everything's generalization: apparent circles, repetitive holes, unending questions.
Coffee, cigarettes, cats - more of these, please. Then, go back to sleep, where everything is genuinely strange. And, of course, alright.
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October 30, 2012 at 11:06 AM
I'm more of the coffee-and-cats kind of guy. Maybe its the absence of cigarettes that make this post seem unfamiliar. I haven't really felt this-I think..
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October 31, 2012 at 2:28 AM
Good for you, then? Cigarettes are deathly. As opposed to coffee and cats, which are both heavenly. ;)
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Tonight's companionship consisted of:
1 sachet of 3-in-1 instant coffee
2 teaspoons of condensed milk
2 sticks of menthol cigarettes
1 box of safety matches
1 cat of the male kind
After eight hours of intermittent sleep, everything suddenly seemed alright that it felt strange. Maybe it was because of the atmospheric shifts - it was, after all, nearly December. After a number of guiltless puffs and occasional sips, everything seemed okay. It has been a long while: the unaltered goodness of nicoffeine, heightened by the liquid sugar, redeemed everything that was bleak. The feline creature made everything more bearable: immobile yet moving. In a confined place, everything felt safe, everything looked fine, and everything sounded sane. No one was keeping track of anything. Nothing, in particular, had to be taken note of. Everything was a blank slate, or something similar. Suddenly, everything that was unimportant was long forgotten. Everything seemed fine. And above all, everything seemed strange.
All of which ought to be a good thing... ought to be.
And then, there it was, malingering: "Why must you generalize everything?" The generalization of everything's generalization: apparent circles, repetitive holes, unending questions.
Coffee, cigarettes, cats - more of these, please. Then, go back to sleep, where everything is genuinely strange. And, of course, alright.
1 sachet of 3-in-1 instant coffee
2 teaspoons of condensed milk
2 sticks of menthol cigarettes
1 box of safety matches
1 cat of the male kind
After eight hours of intermittent sleep, everything suddenly seemed alright that it felt strange. Maybe it was because of the atmospheric shifts - it was, after all, nearly December. After a number of guiltless puffs and occasional sips, everything seemed okay. It has been a long while: the unaltered goodness of nicoffeine, heightened by the liquid sugar, redeemed everything that was bleak. The feline creature made everything more bearable: immobile yet moving. In a confined place, everything felt safe, everything looked fine, and everything sounded sane. No one was keeping track of anything. Nothing, in particular, had to be taken note of. Everything was a blank slate, or something similar. Suddenly, everything that was unimportant was long forgotten. Everything seemed fine. And above all, everything seemed strange.
All of which ought to be a good thing... ought to be.
And then, there it was, malingering: "Why must you generalize everything?" The generalization of everything's generalization: apparent circles, repetitive holes, unending questions.
Coffee, cigarettes, cats - more of these, please. Then, go back to sleep, where everything is genuinely strange. And, of course, alright.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
I'm more of the coffee-and-cats kind of guy. Maybe its the absence of cigarettes that make this post seem unfamiliar. I haven't really felt this-I think..
ReplyDeleteGood for you, then? Cigarettes are deathly. As opposed to coffee and cats, which are both heavenly. ;)
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