About life and its supposed realities in general, and nothing in particular. Feelings, and wayward thoughts, fleeting moments of happiness and the constant numbness from the sad realities, generally makes up the most of it.
Moments in Time
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Once upon a Time...
"Lamplight gleams on the rain-washed streets; all is quiet, the city sleeps, only a car moves into the night, creeping silently into the square...". I always thought that i would start off like this. These lines(for those curious readers who distinctly think that there are certain Sherlock Holmes-ish undertones in the blog) are the famous first lines of a Tintin novel I read when I was a kid,probably The Lake of Sharks, but i maybe mistaken. Anyway,thought this was an ideal starter as I kinda feel this way now, mystery surrounding my entire reason for existence, and the way i chose to lead my present life...So this is where it all starts, as the reality of mundane life, like a dull and boring family soap droning through the idiot box, slowly fades out of focus...
Labels:
life,
psychoanalysis,
realism
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