Kirstiecat | Blog

completely tangential short ramble: Iymen is wonderful and renews my faith in the world. I keep thinking about Kundera’s Immortality even though I finished it a week ago. Parts of it keep haunting me. I hate how oil paints crack sometimes when it’s just so hot and how the sun gets in my eyes when I paint. I also get the oil paints all over me and in my hair. Time goes fast and slow all at once these days. There’s no stopping or ending it or even speeding it up. It’s hard to keep track of what every single molecule in one’s body is doing. I feel devastated and weep about the smallest things like the way a leaf lays on the ground and happy about the smallest things too like listening to a song over and over again. Last night, we heard a very loud booming explosion at around 3:30am and called 911. Maybe, just for an instant, it was the sound of time stopping or speeding up. It’s hard to tell. It disturbs me that my neighborhood looks so normal in spite of it all. But such a loud noise doesn’t have to denote a change in physical mass and properties, does it?

I’ve been thinking about the world in terms of sound and vision. Sometimes there are just too many things competing with eachother. It’s abstract. I like blurry people and how their bodies begin to stretch out into others they may not even know. Their thoughts are racing out of them and you can see it.

This man barely grasps the pole. You can see the Aragon in the background.

We’re all stretching out into eachother.

There are ghosts on the el. All it takes is a long exposure to see them. The ghosts only appear to your camera lens in dim lighting. That’s how it goes.

I feel like her all of the time. All of the time.

barely, you can make out the shadow of a man.

me.

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