Thoughts on way too many thoughts.
Two A.M. in the morning on a Monday, accompanied by the Arctic Monkeys playing in the background over the French international news. There are researchers out there who make a point of their good time management skills–they can complete their tasks with ruthless efficiency, get home by six p.m., with maybe a bit of reading to do at home just like their days back in uni or high school. I couldn’t settle with just wanting to answer one question, though, did I? No, indeed; I end up so absorbed into them that I don’t even notice that it’s midnight and I ought be sleeping until it’s well past and I don’t have the inclination for it anymore.
This is likely why I write about so many other things in my spare time–so many observations, and my internal world comes back to bite me in my dreams, in which I have very odd, elaborate dreams about large staircases and formal presentations and architecturally interesting buildings and, what was that funny detail I still remember from one of last week’s? Oh, yes, hunting down the fried rice amongst the potluck meal (there wasn’t much left of it–apparently fried rice is popular in my dreams).
I can’t stop being curious about the world–there is no easy way to try and communicate this. Even though I am on a path to answer questions that are bigger than myself, too big for myself really, there are so many little questions that so easily catch my attention as well. Even though I don’t talk or write about them, clearly they stick in my mind somehow, because it’s in that jumbled rush of the subconscious that all of the little things that have caught my attention come back to present themselves in another light … in that surrealist mix of the mind trying to categorise and make sense of everything.
Either there are not enough minutes in the world to absorb everything effectively, or I have not yet learned to do so. Perhaps that’s one key fundamental I need to take time out to focus on: how to sort out the tangled world of details from continuing to fall deeper into entropy.
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