Of idle time, anguish and nightingale songs

I find I have this evening free. I spent half my day at work poring over Lemke, the notes for a course in Modern Critical Thought and research articles and papers from some Integrated Marketing Communication course. 

Someone remind me fast why I chose to spend -6- years of my life rote-learning notes from assorted coaching classes scattered like Abulafian meditation rooms with dull blue walls and a score of bobbing heads muttering the Torah backwards all over 13th c. Navarre. Damn it. Wasted years, all of them. Wasted time, all of it. 24 years and a few odd months post my birth, I have nought to show for myself except for a few hastily scribbled text files and a stamped visa on my passport. Oh, and a battery operated light saber that glows dimmer with each passing day. 

I should start collecting action figures. Or Lego sets. Barbies maybe? Too freaky with their hardwired plastic smiles and staring eyes peering out from under those long lashes (It’s the lashes that are really unnerving if you ask me, like something so artificially real, it makes you question your own fleshiness). I’ll probably end up butchering them all on a fell summer night when the sweat clings prickly to the back of my hands and bats flitter wildly outside my window under a red moon howling bloody vengeance with the unnumbered pie-dogs prowling empty half-dimmed streets. 

I should have been a pair of ragged claws

Scuttling across the floors of silent seas

Ahem.

I should get around to writing something -constructive-, something meaningful soon, I guess. A nightingale whistled a tune at me many ages ago when I still held myself up straight and the skies were gray and the world was still green (mostly because it was raining) to sing an essay(is that even possible? Perhaps, if I’m sufficiently drunk, hmm.) on ‘Creation and Eccentricity’.   Creation gives me goosebumps, that word does. And with these my newest forays into postmodernism and semiotics, creation has taken a ‘new’ old meaning entirely. Maybe I’ll look into this after all. Isn’t that how I began this blog? With a ramble on Kabbalist creation? A fine way to open up the new year, I guess.