Because of Listening to Bach's Melodies at Night

I don't usually write so soon after my last post but there is a reason. Today has been full of fascination. Remember the story "Beautiful Fascination is Better Than Love"?


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Probably not.

Do you remember the "Blue"?

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Probably not.

The whole "Death by cake" thing made me get up at 4 am and shivering sit in the corner of my bed listening to birds singing like it's the end of the world staring into the half-darkness of my room. Since when birds start singing so early? Seems that it's often that what scares me fascinates me at the same time. But it still scares me. So I still avoid it. Yet when I face it again I'm infatuated all over like I've never walked away from it. To avoid what you fear you must see the world broadly. The broader your view the less you see and the less you care.

Tim Burton doesn't let me do that though. Maybe that's why I like his films. Always had. They bring me back on the ground of my own mixing my favourite things with my fears.

Also, he has this weird ability to take something completely cliche and turn it into something that's not. I admire it.

Do you think it's possible to pressure someone into despair that borders with madness? Or is the one pressuring the other mad? How far can a person go to dwell into the mind of another? Why anyone would do that anyway? Oh, probably out of fun. 

This turned out so chaotic, almost as in reality. Off to study CNS.

Draw the line

Today I realised that my favourite pokemon is probably Gengar...

...but that's not really what I wanted to write about.

The streets are filled with the spring air. The bird-cherry tree outside my balcony has blossomed. Everything has become somehow lighter.

I watched The Raven. It was exactly as I was expecting it to be and how metacritics had prepared me for it - slightly below average, not good enough, it didn't capture the darkness of Edgar Allan Poe's world. Though it had a beautiful piano piece included which I couldn't recognize. If I by chance find out what it is, I'll probably learn to play it.

Well, there are The Avengers. Yet so much has been told about it I don't think there's anything more to be said...

Sometimes I forget that the sun rises earlier in May than it does in August because usually the first thing coming to mind is that the sun rises the earliest in summer although it still rises earlier in May than in August. I love the dawn in the summer. I never get tired of saying it. After all, it's one of those rare things that make me feel alive. So I shouldn't forget to enjoy the dawn in May because at the third month of summer it won't be as good as it is right now.

If I see the dawn it makes the summer heat and the evening blood feasts of mosquitoes tolerable because there's always another dawn to see. Summer makes you that way. Have you ever lived so chaotically you forget the border between day and night or how at least it should be? I have. Summer lets you live that way. We spend the evenings whispering and singing quietly. We go out at night to lie on the warm asphalted road and watch the stars fall. Laughs and talks are heard everywhere wherever you go. I meet the dawn alone but I don't feel as though I am because everything wakes up along with it except for those who are fading away in to the dream realm instead.

One of the most amazing feelings is opening the window at night and hearing the birds still singing. It's 'cause the picture and the sound don't really go together. It gives me the butterflies in the stomach as though I'm in love.

And all those feelings are right before my eyes. ... if that is what I wanted to write about...