saintadatha

There are those mornings when you wake up, before you even open your eyes, as your brain is just coming to, as it begins to demonstrate awareness of the world without, as it shifts from its unconscious orderings and dealings in the realm of Dream towards exchanging that reality for this, and all you can feel is an awareness of weight.

The world seems burdensome, heavy, thick. It clogs and clings and pushes downwards. Before your eyes are open, in that safe and pleasurable darkness of near-dream, it sits upon you like a grotesque, fat man, jerking off as he watches you slumber. This is the real world, on those days, a filthy, dirty voyeur who pins you down so he can stare, and drool, and knock one out on your pretty, closed little eyes...

And then you have the days when it is time to get shit done. When everything can be done, when everything becomes attainable: it's just a matter of organization, will, and time...

I'm having one of those.

Okay, so it is almost noon and I'm still wrapped in a towel. Okay, so that leaves me with only 4 hours. Okay, so I have overdue fines on four books. Okay, so it looks like it's gonna rain. Okay, so I'm not that happy at the bar anymore. But.

How great is that word? But... But but but but (continues ad nauseam)...

But:
But I'm about to have some lovely scrambled eggs. Mmmm.
But I've just received an email for a "quick chat" (transl. informal interview) on Thursday for a very small, local anthropological-journalistic assignment. Yay!
But I hope (pleasepleaseplease) that I can cycle to and from uni without getting rained on. Okay so I've probably jinxed it now, but hey!...
But my library fine is only 2.50 (I'm poor but I can just manage that).
But
But
But

And I put a few more pictures up here lastnight. Consider it opening up to you at the site. A little.

So...
Which type of day are you having?
And, even if itsnot a great one, what are those blessed buts?
(Cigarette butts, and "hey, nice butt!" gags are welcome...)

Blessed Tuesday, one and all,
Adatha
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