Lost in Translation
Hey friends,
obviously I am doing good, I don't even have time to post regularly. Maybe I am not that affected by what they phonily call "blogging culture" as I thought.
I guess some people who will be reading this will just feel justified in the way they think about me - good or bad or worse. Go ahead. You people are making me stronger, whatever you do.
I just saw the movie lost in translation, and therefore you will find nothing like the "what I did today and on the weekend" stuff here, although I had a great time and will tell you later obviously.
This film is just great. It catches my mood, it catches me - so much that it nearly hurts. What is it about big cities? What is it about being far from home? What is it about? Why am I missing my past, why do I long for times that have passed by so quickly? And why do I feel like I am missing my future as well?
If you haven't seen the movie, you won't understand. If you haven't been sitting on your bed in a huge city, far away from home, asking yourself some frightening honest questions, you won't understand.
This is a wonderfull moment, where I understand nothing but am closer to me than most of the time. I haven't been in this mood for some time, not since Singapore. I missed it. It is strange to welcome this mood and these feelings, to welcome being sad and thoughtfull, but it makes perfect sense. It is like a catalysator for truth and honesty. If you asked me now what I think about you, maybe I would be so honest it hurts both of us. But foremost I am honest to myself right now, and that is the best feeling of all. I am constantly lying to myself, more or less. Not in a way that would let me drift from reality, nothing like losing my sense. Just that constant, everyday stuff to make it easier to live with oneself. Do you know that?
I don't know where I am going from here - except from locations, occupations. Back into the arms of my beloved girl, who I need so much right now. In fifteen minutes I will call her to wake her up and give her a start into her new day. Some thousand miles away, living in another world right now, but always part of mine. It is good to know she understands and is the only one I can share these moods with - being on my own but embraced by her.
obviously I am doing good, I don't even have time to post regularly. Maybe I am not that affected by what they phonily call "blogging culture" as I thought.
I guess some people who will be reading this will just feel justified in the way they think about me - good or bad or worse. Go ahead. You people are making me stronger, whatever you do.
I just saw the movie lost in translation, and therefore you will find nothing like the "what I did today and on the weekend" stuff here, although I had a great time and will tell you later obviously.
This film is just great. It catches my mood, it catches me - so much that it nearly hurts. What is it about big cities? What is it about being far from home? What is it about? Why am I missing my past, why do I long for times that have passed by so quickly? And why do I feel like I am missing my future as well?
If you haven't seen the movie, you won't understand. If you haven't been sitting on your bed in a huge city, far away from home, asking yourself some frightening honest questions, you won't understand.
This is a wonderfull moment, where I understand nothing but am closer to me than most of the time. I haven't been in this mood for some time, not since Singapore. I missed it. It is strange to welcome this mood and these feelings, to welcome being sad and thoughtfull, but it makes perfect sense. It is like a catalysator for truth and honesty. If you asked me now what I think about you, maybe I would be so honest it hurts both of us. But foremost I am honest to myself right now, and that is the best feeling of all. I am constantly lying to myself, more or less. Not in a way that would let me drift from reality, nothing like losing my sense. Just that constant, everyday stuff to make it easier to live with oneself. Do you know that?
I don't know where I am going from here - except from locations, occupations. Back into the arms of my beloved girl, who I need so much right now. In fifteen minutes I will call her to wake her up and give her a start into her new day. Some thousand miles away, living in another world right now, but always part of mine. It is good to know she understands and is the only one I can share these moods with - being on my own but embraced by her.
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