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Thursday, February 21, 2013
I'll be there as soon as you are


The snow is rushing about in the air outside. I'm sitting at the small cubicle at work. Cold sinks into my skin and stays there, this office really needs a proper heater. Matthew Bellamy's haunting voice resonates in my mind. I feel stupid whenever I pull on my winter coat in office.

It's times like these I wonder who it is, or what it is that I miss.

If absence is a precondition to pining, then am I really missing anyone/anything at all? My heart feels full (enough). But something is missing, or maybe something isn't right.



Change is deeply steeped into my life now. I'm sure it has always been there; change is constantly in flux. What I mean to say is that the theme of change used to be an undercurrent in my life but recently it's being brought to the forefront of my mind. Why am I writing this post.

Have not been able to spend as much time as I did at the start of the semester on my personal reading. But I think that's okay because 1Q84 is a really long book, and I am about 60% through with it now. I'm not sure what to make of it yet although I already know how it's going to end (is it surprising that I looked up the plot summary on Wikipedia? I just can't help myself), but now I see it as a R-rated Studio Ghibli story. What is it about Japanese authors? Or the Japanese, in general? They can be so brilliant but this genius seems to always come with some sort of twisted perverseness.

Initially I could relate to Tengo more, but it's surprising to me now that I have come to really enjoy Aomame as a character. I'm not sure why I feel like I can empathize with her on a deeper level, but I think I like the idea that deep beneath her tough exterior lies a raw, beating heart. Her vulnerabilities, the emotions she hides and only conceals to a select few – and even then, she does not show everything – it moves me profoundly. I don't even know why.

I'll probably move on to a non-fiction book after this. This story is too deep and dark I need to nullify it with something light.

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