I'm listening to: Thunder - Love Walked In

I woke up at 7.45 this morning after sleeping for less than 3 hours. It's such a pain. Oddly though, I'm not actually that tired.

I love being out in the middle of the night. It almost feels like the world's momentarily stopped with everything and everyone else and by some twist of fate you're the only ones not frozen in time as well. Nighttime becomes a Polaroid photograph open to closer observation and it's so difficult not to admire the beauty of dusk with its vague outlines and unusually long silences, under an inky velvet sky studded with the nebulous glow of an occasional star/planet. We become an accidental tourist to a single facet of the universe as we know it, and under such circumstances are able to comprehend it fully by actively employing different faculties of mind to engage with it.

Assimilated into that greater web but without being caught in the social fabric, we find ourselves in harmony with the patterns of the universe; and like a ripple in water, the breadth of our human experience broadens laterally to encompass more without us getting sucked in deeper beyond the moment. This delicate state is always broken far too easily, but it will readily return every so often as if in anticipation of our participating in it. Like a living creature.




Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train.
Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer,
Beating like a hammer.