It's all so quiet

The armchair is missing the coins escaping from your pocket.
The ice cubes are untouched, waiting all together on their tray.
The volume button is feeling soooo down...
( 'cause it hasn't reached above 7 for a while! )
Our CDs are all confused, scrambled up in the wrong cases.
Your pillow says it's missing your smell.
It hasn't been too hot under the blankets.
And the cold weather has given me the only chills I'd had.

Perhaps you should consider coming back home soon.

















Edward Hopper: "Room in Brooklyn"
1932, oil on canvas, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston


this post was written for the love of my life, and inspired by my friend: writer, poet, liar.

Happy New Fear

When facing unequivocal danger, animals act instinctively. Their most commom natural responses are the following behaviors: avoidance, defensive threat, defensive attack, risk assessment or freezing. Those are the innate responses, meaning the animals do not have to learn or think about them. Those reactions were given by Mother Nature and selected throughout the evolution of species as a - lets put it this way - efficient and smart way of dealing with danger evolutionarywise.

I find pretty easy to understand good uses for such behaviors, but I have some doubts about freezing. Ok, it may work in some situations, for example, if a rodent is trying to deceive an evil eagle flying up high. Hey! I am not moving, so the eagle thinks I am a rock, or a statue, whatever. Nevertheless, there are cases where just standing still makes no sense at all. When a mouse is facing a cat, for instance. Unless the mouse defies its predator for a staring contest or something like that, it is just useless, right?

Well, I do not want to go to far with this. I don't mean to bore people to death here.

I just wanted to introduce a very realistic observation about myself, as a representative of the animal world: I am having a very stupid instinctive response to my challenges and duties that are being brought by this brand new year. I am just not able to do anything but freezing. And I know for sure this will not do me any good...

I am looking 2009 in its eyes and I am f#cking paralyzed!
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The plane! The plane!

I have just found out that Mr. Rourke has flown away from the Island...

I think he went upstairs to join Tatoo.

I caught myself a bit sad, you know? Kinda liked him. And another page of my history has been turned.

Bad dream

Last night I had a bunch of scrambled dreams, it was very disturbing. I was in the dark and could not find the ligh switch, stumbling on stuff thrown around on the floor. I felt the imminence of evil, the possibility of danger, a very bad fear, I don't know. Then I got to open a window, but it it was all dark outside also, so it didn't help me much. I rested my elbows on the window frame and decided to smoke a cigarette, so I could think about what I was going to do. But my restlessness started again, because I could not find my lighter in the darkness.
Last night I had a lightmare.

Mirror, mirror on the wall!

- oh boy! I wish I could be a bird today.

- how cute! like a humming bird to fly and kiss the flowers?

- no. like an ostrich to hide my head under the ground.

Being correct

Impossible not to have some level of cultural shock with the politically correct.
How am I supposed to describe a first meeting (with romantic possibilities) of two people who had the date arranged by a third part?
Would it be a visually challenged date?

TV

Late night. Very Late. I was trying to find something. I finally found Lost. But I got lost. Because I don't get Lost.

What the hell is the point?

I just don't get it. No fun. No thrill. Nothing..