Monday, February 21, 2005
"Cat and Girl" is excellent today. It features the sort of musing that is never far from my mind, namely on the relative worth of my own small moments. If a life begins and ends in the world, leaving no trace of its passing, was it ever really lived at all? I enjoy small moments. I collect them, as some people collect shoes or cars or, you know, things. But after another rainy Sunday spent nursing a headache and reading comics, I really wonder if I'm living, or just passing time. I know there's more to life than coziness and contentment, but they're awfully nice. Maybe too nice. Sometimes I catch myself dreaming of things I'll do, places I'll go or have gone. I live more in the past and future than the present, which is not a particularly good thing.
And then I write random, cerebral posts to my blog, but I never actually fix stuff >_<
And then I write random, cerebral posts to my blog, but I never actually fix stuff >_<
