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My time here feels like it begins to end, slipping past the midway point with a touch of sadness. Much still remains, but the presence of an end point is more acute now, lending every moment a gravity and quantity it did not contain before. My blood have begun to arrive, and with them come pastimes, food, and alcohol. I'm not complaining, but my writing dwindles - not having touched it in days - and I question whether or not I'll finish what I wanted to.


It started on the airplane, es-ce que tu parles francais? and it has persisted through the entire trip. Francophilia, or some such, as the majority of the music I listen to is in french now. There is the occasional lapse across the channel, but for the majority either melodic or rhythmic, francais c'est la langue du jour.


Written On: Y^2's Laptop

Posted by Kurrs at 6:57 AM | Permalink

Not everything here works, certain switches don't serve any purpose and other parts of the place pull apart ever so slightly, showing the worn stitching. The walls are crazy colours, the pipes refuse to live in the walls, the ceilings are high, and there's lots of light. It doesn't feel like I've displaced me, but instead displaced Vancouver, remaining stationary while the earth turns to meet me and mine. Once again, though, that was the point.

Still nothing really to report. I eat bacon, I do dishes, I eat some more, I write, and sometimes I go out or hang with Y^2. Sometimes this involves movies, sometimes this involves photography. Usually this involves even more food.

I've used 115% of my YSI download limit. Ahahaha. That's what Sendspace is for, I suppose.

Written On: Y^2's Laptop
Currently Listening: Hot Hot Heat, Linkin Park, Gorrilaz, etc.

Posted by Kurrs at 9:14 AM | Permalink

She wasn't wrong, but it suits me just fine. What are you doing tomorrow? The question struck me as so unquestionably odd. I have to do something? I don't even know if I'll leave the apartment that often. I'm writing again, but, I suppose, that was the point. I'm going to try and have a draft finally completed. It has been a decade, you'd think it was time or something.

Obviously, I've been doing photography as well.

I hung out last night with two normal girls. This shouldn't be odd to me, as they are representative of a class of people that represents, definitionally, the majority of the more numerous gender of my species. However, it was weird. I hadn't realised how cut off from that particular (and large) group of people I was. The normal people I know, are, for the most part, male. The vast majority - if not all upon further reflection - of the women I hang out with are weird. Heck, my girlfriend is one of the most normal women I know, and that's crazy.

I'm making nachos. I'm going out for lunch with Y^2. These statements are not related or contradictory.

I'm hungry, even though I did have bacon for breakfast. Local, organic bacon. Yum yum yum.

Written On: Y^2's Laptop
Currently Listening: Neko Case, Death Cab, Emilie Simon, etc.

Posted by Kurrs at 10:28 AM | Permalink

Originally Uploaded here by Lumberg Today was very pleasant.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Reading: 100% by Paul Pope (wiki) (download)

Posted by Kurrs at 1:11 AM | Permalink

Originally Uploaded here by slowitdown

I'm So Fucking Happy This Week Is Over.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Tractor - Nipple Red Sword (download EP)

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