I'm always tired when I start to blog.
It's been about a month since i last updated.( I think) Not that anyone cares, but I've been around. Freed of oppression, the master-less Ronin wanders the ubi kentang and the
doggy, searching for cheap booze and adventure.
I went to Kuching, attended the rainforest music festival thing. Had a few things happened to me, but didn't get drunk although booze there was dirt cheap(compared to KL anyway).
Lord I'm so proud of myself.
On my way back I looked out the window of the airplane. Pearl white sculptures of infinite complexity greeted me. Astonished, I pressed my nose against the glass for a better view. In them I saw wondrous shapes and forms human architects could only dream of creating. The sun shines it's rays upon them, casting shadows and giving them volume. From a distance they look almost solid, heavy, cumbersome. Waterfalls and arches, towers grander and larger the the Colossus of Rhodes, standing taller then our own twin jagungs and reaching further than the Grand canyon I'd imagine. It's almost like I've met God. It's a religious experience, watching clouds.
Alas, as the great metal bird drew closer we see vapours, smoke, and tiny droplets of white, perhaps huddling against each other, sooner or later forming rainfall. The illusion does not last, but what an illusion it is.
Clouds are a lame analogy for life, but I find it weird that a lot of us try to distance ourselves from others, showing only what we think other people should see. Are we afraid of what others will perceive when they come up close? Or are we just too scared to face up to it?
I'm struggling to face up to myself everyday lately.
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