vacant pier

How do you explain two weeks in words, especially after spending the fortnight without them? It has been two weeks of seeing, watching, talking, laughing, listening: mechanical stimulation of the appendages, sensory faculties, and unfortunately, not much else. Sensations have taken over the steering wheel, as Emotions and Thoughts cower in the backseat, queasy at the recklessness. That, my friends, is a horrible and cringe-inducing analogy, hahaha. To paraphrase the words from a forgotten luminary, we do not feel when events are in the process of unfolding. Instead, it is only after the dust has settled when we begin to varnish it with a layer of sepia sentiments. And so, here goes my pitiable attempt to bling the days up.



( dream of a vacant pier, move all your maps to here )