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imaginary Hello...? - Subscribe
This is rather a big change from ModBlog. I feel as though I've left home.
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Mood: ?

imaginary Sky's falling. Jun 22nd, 2006 12:42:50 am - Subscribe
6.36pm
Well.
Outside my window it has just gone rapidly from hail the size of marbles to a very innocent-looking misty rain and sunlight breaking through. I love the sky in June in this city.
I'm fairly pleased at the fact that all I had to do was to say hello and I already have four comments. Please keep coming back! I love to have my writing commented on, and soon I will be writing material of more substance in this space.
At any rate, I haven't long enough at the moment to write any more than this. I like this community already, though. I suppose that means I shall return.
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Mood: tentative

imaginary pride. Jun 22nd, 2006 5:14:25 am - Subscribe
11.02pm
I'm only half here right now. I was looking through some of my pictures on the computer a few moments ago and I found a few from the winter that I had forgotten about.
The one that you will find pasted below is a photograph of the late Sir Julius Laurence Frederick Fish in his final months, around the end of last November. I remember the night I was taking these pictures, but not this one in particular. I do realize how this sounds, as he was a fish, but it struck me how proudly he faced the camera even though the disease had disfigured him. That is what this picture means to me: pride and dignity, and so much emotion.
11.11pm (wish!)
As I said, I know how that sounds. I also realize that this photograph is technically a bullseye composition. Everything has its purpose.


"Goodbye" - taken by me on November 14, 2005.
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Mood: wistful.

imaginary Confused. Jun 23rd, 2006 5:30:02 am - Subscribe
11.21pm
Sigh.
Sometimes I am a very confused person.

The sun drops
out of sight, into
the fire.

Dusk sets in,
wind dusts
the golden light off of
the clouds,
drifting down.

And what do I understand
at the end of today,
any more than
yesterday evening?

I walk, in wonder,
the motions of my life
without the question
to which I must find

the answer.

I guess I had better go get some sleep - or, failing that, talk on the telephone until I resolve something.
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Mood: Cold.
Song:: *silence.*

imaginary Photoshop for Lives. Jun 23rd, 2006 9:37:00 pm - Subscribe
3.26pm
Damn it. I feel the need to write a completely irrelevant rant.
I wonder if there is a way to pinpoint the exact moment when one's life took a turn for the worse. Not that it would help so much, because no amount of agonizing would fix it. They totally need to make something that allows you to review your decisions and life-altering events with a critical eye in terms of cause-and-effect and make necessary changes. I think if I had the ability to do that, I would probably edit out whatever caused me the inability to deal with fellow human beings.
Why the hell are introverts so rare? Why am I always Type Two to what everyone else is?
On a side note and possible tangent, why are people who like to keep to themselves always labelled as "emo", which is not even a word?
When you boil it all down, which I probably do too frequently, I don't even want to be an extrovert. I'm pretty happy when I'm in my own company. That's something of value, right? It doesn't make matters any easier.
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Mood: conflicted.
Song:: rain one - Cirque