Of Being

The Japanese have a concept known as "Mono No Aware". It means that one is aware of the transience of live and the nature of all other things. One is wistful about it, doing little to stem the flow or hasten it unduly so. A kind of bemused melancholy, if you will. If you've seen Bill Murray in the film Lost in Translation, you'll know what I'm talking about.

As I watch him on the screen, I can understand what he is thinking. I feel the same. I want to run out on the street, screaming at the top of my lungs. Walk up to those who cause unnecessary emotional upheaval in life and beat the motherloving crap out of them. Shake up somebody hard till their head falls off. Be visceral for once in life, instead of whimsical or rational. Either way, I understand why he does the things he does. 

#Lesson for today: Internalizing is not the best way of them all.

People Who Save The Night

Kings of Leon suit the night very well. As do Gerald and James.
And then there's always Wilde, Austen and the Bronte sisters.

I like it here.

Isolated, noisy and yet so quiet.

I like being invisible.

To everybody.