Inclement weather is something that makes people depressed, especially in a gloomy city. I pulled up my overcoat collar, hoping to retain a little more of my body heat to stay warm. Unfortunately, the icy-cold rain sucked up all of the warmth, including the one hidden in my soul.
Final countdown toward the next destination seems so natural currently; and I wish time could go slowly so I was able to write down a few more thoughts in my journal. Is it really against ethics applying electrodes to manipulate brain so as to enhance one’s language acquisition? Although we do not know the long-term effect of stimulating neurons to achieve certain tasks, people should have right to choose whether they would like to undergo such a “treatment”. I guess there is still a long way to wade through if mankind wants to embrace breakthroughs in a purely benevolent and altruistic objective.
Insomnia has recently inflicted me, which I think is something lurking in sub-consciousness. This morning I woke up with a vivid post-image of a dream, showing R and I were in a car. The conversation was in French, which stunned me a bit because I haven’t had dreams in French for a long while. All I recall was R was a special soul to me; it was like I had a son from the pre-existence…
Green Day’s music ran rapidly like a bunch of ants trying to escape from a heating pot. I cast a glance over my shoulder and realized it’s time to go teach. Damn, I felt trapped and languished. I thought perhaps my time was running out on this island. In fact, it is truth. I keep telling myself every day.
Dreadful as it is in winter, man can’t find his way out in a cul-de-sac. Why? Can’t we do something drastically different? Blow off the wall, cut down the trees, or simply climb over the fence. There must be some way, right? Okay, screw the morbid indulgence chez WS! I am not going to participate in the stupid game again for I’ve found what I want for life. Faces I won’t miss at all, talks I won’t recall at all, and friendship? It never exists in a place filled with filthy mind and lust.
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