dolorous interludes.

i meant to write in my journal today, for i feel ive been neglecting it quite a bit. but as i started in it, holding my pen in an almost odd fashion, i felt almost uncomfortable writing. i fear the insidious lure of technology soon tearing away my interest in writing by such archaic means, at least compared to that of the advanced world of online journals. i hope to continue writing in my book because many years from now, such means of writing would become obsolete, and alas, a treasure will it then be for the future generations ahead of us, no? heh. famewhore i am, eh. but ah, often in my writings do i warn them of the danger of humanity being lost in technology's rapid progression as well, and ah, here i am almost disclaiming what i believe so strongly in, and for so long. i can almost imagine aldous huxley standing by my very side now in spirit, shaking his head disapprovingly at me. haha. all that talk of the supernatural last night with you has got me all silly about things now. ah there, the -you- is now no longer addressed to -him-! :) im sounding even sillier now.. haha, i'll stop.

mm. on a more serious note; my dream last night. "my pillar of support", seastreet said(im sure he'd be most pleased at being called this for he once said jocosely that he would name his son this)and aye, i think he's right. too right. my dream last night was disastrously vivid and real, and i woke up drenched in tears; you were wrong about me not being as sad about things should he and i break up some day. :) but it is so very strange that i should have dreamt this. are dreams mostly a reflection of what we fear or desire most, or are they foreboding signs of what is to ensue?

ah, you'r online now, and its distracting. :) perhaps i'll write more later; writing is oft best done in solitude, dont you think?

posted by voyeur @ 10/02/2003 03:41:00 PM