Thinking about thinking: 25 de septiembre de 2013

I’m too self-aware. All I can think about is that I’m thinking, I can’t zone out and forget where I am and what I’m doing. I don’t zone out when I’m high, either. I am still very much focused on self-awareness circles and how they spiral into infinity, without end, the widening gyre, how you can’t know all the available space that exists in your consciousness.

Java in the a.m. is like London on a sunny day, clean cut autumn crisp air and soggy leaves. How quickly our worlds morph into something else. How dim memories of someone you once knew become knowledge of his personality characteristics in the present moment. How vibes can slip into assumptions or judgments, and that it takes a beautifully objective, sincere person to be able to accurately differentiate and never go into a situation with expectations. Clear out preconceptions, especially about your own mind states.

I wish I could write with more frequency, more sleepy scrawl peppered evenly across the page.

These are the days I remember from childhood: how the world breathes in the early morning, humming subtly, atmosphere chilled and held in firmly by smooth shifting overcast, breath just beginning to materialize. But perhaps you hadn’t noticed?