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rise and shine!
Mar. 15th, 2005 09:52 pmToday I am awake. Just... wide awake.
It's a strange, delicious feeling. It's like my head is full of cold, clean, clear water. I'm seeing and hearing everything, not just the narrow window of stuff you see when you're propelling yourself around town on autopilot. I'm gulping down the pages of my book at high speed. Watching people get off the tube earlier, I could suddenly see all their faces. (That sounds like stating the obvious, but when you're living in London, after a while you stop taking in all the faces, it's too much to process.) Most of the faces looked closed, turned in and preoccupied. I wondered how awake they were feeling.
And I feel like a trapdoor's been left open in the top of my head, and words are sleeting in and tumbling together into sentences without any effort on my part.
I remember drunkenly talking to my muse on Friday night. Maybe she was listening?
...Must not spoil delightful state of wakefulness by drinking pint of cider in fridge.
It's a strange, delicious feeling. It's like my head is full of cold, clean, clear water. I'm seeing and hearing everything, not just the narrow window of stuff you see when you're propelling yourself around town on autopilot. I'm gulping down the pages of my book at high speed. Watching people get off the tube earlier, I could suddenly see all their faces. (That sounds like stating the obvious, but when you're living in London, after a while you stop taking in all the faces, it's too much to process.) Most of the faces looked closed, turned in and preoccupied. I wondered how awake they were feeling.
And I feel like a trapdoor's been left open in the top of my head, and words are sleeting in and tumbling together into sentences without any effort on my part.
I remember drunkenly talking to my muse on Friday night. Maybe she was listening?
...Must not spoil delightful state of wakefulness by drinking pint of cider in fridge.
