Burnt Ovens

Farewell

This blog has been faithful to me for the past 16 months or so, but again wanderlust runs through my blood. Novelty calls, and I have answered: a new blog, a new beginning.

posted by Sofie @ 10:31 PM Comments: 0

le 18 decembre

On my way home today, I stopped by St. Joseph's Cemetery, something I haven't done in months, searching for the same thing I always go there to find and that I never do, that is peace and some abstract form of happiness derived from the physical manifestation, celebration, and commemoration of death and dying. Or else from some bestial pleasure at the recognition of my life in contrast with others' deaths. I'm not sure which it is. Anyhow, it's ironic how we create these seemingly immortal monuments to our own mortality. What are we trying to achieve anyhow? And now they'll disturb the dead by relocating their graves. How grave.

posted by Sofie @ 4:55 PM Comments: 0

Blah blah blah emo blah blah blah

Today's been an incredibly long day. Slept three hours last night because of four successive movies, that is eight hours of brain-frying-to-perfection, only it isn't perfection, because I don't believe I'm one bit better off now than I was before. I've decided that when I go off on my year-long-international-stint, I shall update a blog daily, more as a form of accounting for myself than for anyone else. That is, assuming I get to go at all. My dear father shot down the idea the other day, when he realized how perfectly serious I was about going. But I am going to go. Whether they want me to or not. *evil laughter*

I feel lost at sea, drowning in my own despicableness and inarticulateness, envy and dread, hate and contempt. At what point does every misstep in your life catch up to you and you find yourself flailing about in a desperate attempt to fly because everyone around you seems to be taking off but you find you've plucked every feather from both your wings because you were listless and silly, and now. Well. Now. You're quite bald. And have nowhere to go. But down. A downward spiral into less than nothingness because negativity propogates more rapidly than nothingness ever could.

posted by Sofie @ 8:17 PM Comments: 0

Hmph

Faced with the bitter realities of life, the strong shall grow stronger. "What does not kill you makes you stronger," so they say. Possessed by the fears of life, the weak shall grow weaker.

posted by Sofie @ 10:43 PM Comments: 0

Heavy

The mind-burden has been growing, and now in place of a brain, an oddly shaped tumor sits in the cavity of a head. Is that better than that frightening emptiness, the shocking hollowness of today's young mind? I'm afraid not.

posted by Sofie @ 10:51 PM Comments: 0