I must stop switching authors too many, too fast; reading Chuck Palanuik and Haruki Murakami one after another gives one a headache. Imagine American styled in-your-face brutality, sex-drugs-rock'n'-roll with Japanese contemplation, patience, calm and quiet but with an equal punch. Akin to an All-American Muscle car vs a fast, flowing river. Both bruising with power but in totally different forms.
Quite enjoyable until your brain gives way. Ouch.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Abandoned Places
This blog has not been updated in a while. For there is nothing to update.
The earth spins on its axis, around the sun. The moon, around the earth.
And I am yet again in the army. The days are fast; the hours, long.
Oh, I do actually like my vocation here, its just the lack of purpose, the lack of will the lack of spirit from those around me (even myself). Dragging us all down into a cesspool.
Less whining, more work. Leaving us with a lot of personal time has its perks: I can (have been) read actively, work out personally.
I have no energy to end this post. Thinking about the army leaves me drained of spirit.
Bah.
The earth spins on its axis, around the sun. The moon, around the earth.
And I am yet again in the army. The days are fast; the hours, long.
Oh, I do actually like my vocation here, its just the lack of purpose, the lack of will the lack of spirit from those around me (even myself). Dragging us all down into a cesspool.
Less whining, more work. Leaving us with a lot of personal time has its perks: I can (have been) read actively, work out personally.
I have no energy to end this post. Thinking about the army leaves me drained of spirit.
Bah.
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