the time machine networks follow
Saturday, 2 February 2013
the map of shrooms' year posted at 23:15
Over the weekend, I decided it'd be a good idea to buy one of those mammoth year planners to stick on the white wall space over my desk. And suddenly 2013 looks crystallised, compressed into some rows of lines that don't go on and on at all. I can see everyone's birthdays, when we graduate, when our final exams are, when I can fly overseas for the first time in my life, to spend a month adventuring with my best friends - all spread out, clarified, like a book on how to string together all the constellations scattered across the sky. 
And the night sky's enveloping all of us. 

 I remember when reading for my art studies, one artist described time as not something that passes or flies by, but accumulates and gathers like sediment. So history is rather more like sedimentation, heaped together and continually building. Our lives are growing sand dunes. 

 I saw a beautiful sunrise on Friday morning when a great billowing cloud glowed pink, beyond the houses at the end of my street. 

 This weekend has been incredibly comforting, especially after the exhausting first three days of term  (writing on a deadline is emotionally draining). 

 I keep on having dreams about smoking cigarettes, particularly with strangers.

 Okay, this is a post in which sediment is flying all over the bloody place and getting in everyone's eyes.

 I think I will go off and read about a family of circus freaks and life based on James Joyce's Ulysses soon. Hah, how pretentious. 

 Do I dare to eat a peach? 
I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk along the beach. 
I read the poem over and over again a few days ago because I needed some inspiration for poetic rhythm and musicality. You know, I'm probably one of the women coming and going from the room talking of Michelangelo. A lot of the time I feel like I'm sitting and simmering in a pot of pretension.

 When I can't sleep I write lists. Because I like to do things in small steps - except when I'm eating. 

 Ah... sighing in words. Okay, I'm getting distracted now by the moaning wind outside. Goodbye; go disturb the universe. 

 You have now been caught up on this week's bout of self-investigation.

 Shrooms

Voices from a distant place posted at 07:10
It is currently 1.43am. I am lying in bed, supposed to be sleeping to wake up early tomorrow but obviously I am not. At around 1.40am I suddenly decided to check on this dormant (dormant because I refuse to call it extinct or dead) blog.
Today, I want to tell you guys a story (all the other bloggers are doing it) about what happened after school this Friday.
I was sitting in my last class of the week (a very short week seeing as school had only just started on Wednesday) Modern History. I've already forgotten what the teacher was talking about because I was so damn sleepy. Sometimes I wonder what the teacher would do if I just rested my head on the table and fell asleep.
Anyhow, the bell had rung and I packed up my things to go home. When I exited the school, one of my friends was already outside waiting for people to take the train home.
I didn't take the train that day because I thought walking home would give me much needed exercise and also wake me up because I didn't want to take a nap that day.
To get to my house I have to first walk through a busy part of the suburb and then a half busy part. Half busy because on one side of the path is a highway and on the other side is a wildly growing forest. In some parts it's so wildy grown that I have to move to the side to avoid the twigs growing over the path. Everytime my mum walk on that path she complains about it being too dangerous.
I sort of like it though because I can pretend that I'm in someone living in the middle ages walking through a forest path to get to a castle or something...hahhaha.
So I was walking walking walking...walking walking walking...walking walking walking on this little path when I heard someone call out. This is pretty normal seeing as there are always randoms calling out from cars racing by on the highway. I guess a lonely girl walking home from school must be pretty fun to call out to. Hmmm. hohoho
I looked at the cars racing by to my right.
Then I heard the call again which was strange because the highway is pretty busy and  I was sure no car could've driven slow enough to call out again.
Then I heard it again.
It was a woman (could've been old or young, couldn't really tell)voice but I couldn't tell what she was saying.
Thinking about it now at 2.01am is pretty creepy but back then I wasn't scared. I mean it was broad daylight and there were cars zooming past me. Not really a good soundtrack to set up a creepy atmosphere.
I looked into the left, into the forest but I didn't see anything except trees and trees and more trees.
Hmmm...when I got home, I told my mum and she told me that it was probably just someone playing a trick on me or roadworkers or something.
O well.
I am really tired after telling that extremely captivating and incredibly undull story and I will go to sleep now.

Goodnight, dear world.
Please teach me patience, tenacity and kindness.

Love,
Tinker
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