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blodeueddI've only read the prologue to House of Leaves but so far, I think I see a bit of myself in it. Very intriguing!
For supper, I made myself a very veggie spaghetti sauce. I felt I had to, after going cochon-fou (as my father would say) and buying spinach and courgettes and mushrooms the other day. I also used those three carrots that had been sitting in the back of my fridge. Because I added diced tomatoes, the sauce turned out quite liquid and I dribbled some on my living-room carpet as I was trying to settle down comfortably to watch a show about serial killers. Yummy!
Perhaps I've written about this before, but... I'm too lazy to read back through dozens of posts to check. I know I've told people about this, though.
When I used to take the bus home from school or work everyday, I'd often half fall asleep. I'd be sitting straight up with my eyes closed, drowsy yet aware of the noise around me. I was reading. Behind my closed eyelids, almost as though I were seeing through them, I'd be reading a book. I could see the individual words, understand the sentences, understand the story; but as soon as I realised that I could, the moment I started trying to focus, it would flit away. If I managed to stay in that liminal state between wakefulness and sleep, which required no effort, but at the same time be concious that that was were I was (very tricksy!), even if only in brief flashes, I could go on reading. When I opened my eyes, however, the memory of the text never stayed. No memory even of what language it was in.
I've always wondered if I've been reading that same book all my life, if whenever I find myself in that state my mind pulls that same volume down from a shelf.
For supper, I made myself a very veggie spaghetti sauce. I felt I had to, after going cochon-fou (as my father would say) and buying spinach and courgettes and mushrooms the other day. I also used those three carrots that had been sitting in the back of my fridge. Because I added diced tomatoes, the sauce turned out quite liquid and I dribbled some on my living-room carpet as I was trying to settle down comfortably to watch a show about serial killers. Yummy!
Perhaps I've written about this before, but... I'm too lazy to read back through dozens of posts to check. I know I've told people about this, though.
When I used to take the bus home from school or work everyday, I'd often half fall asleep. I'd be sitting straight up with my eyes closed, drowsy yet aware of the noise around me. I was reading. Behind my closed eyelids, almost as though I were seeing through them, I'd be reading a book. I could see the individual words, understand the sentences, understand the story; but as soon as I realised that I could, the moment I started trying to focus, it would flit away. If I managed to stay in that liminal state between wakefulness and sleep, which required no effort, but at the same time be concious that that was were I was (very tricksy!), even if only in brief flashes, I could go on reading. When I opened my eyes, however, the memory of the text never stayed. No memory even of what language it was in.
I've always wondered if I've been reading that same book all my life, if whenever I find myself in that state my mind pulls that same volume down from a shelf.
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Date: 2004-02-17 02:31 pm (UTC)ça avait l'air extrêmement intéressant... tu peux me le passer après? :o
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Date: 2004-02-17 05:46 pm (UTC)