Tuesday, January 30, 2007
its hard to stay mad at someone. especially when u know that someone means well. of course it would be best to not get mad in the first place but that as usual, is a little hard to attain.
fairy godmothers shld really exist.. then w a wave of their wands, all will right itself, duties done, dreams attained, and no one harmed in the process. like the invisible hand, alls well that ends well.
This is us in australia, hunters valley, storybook garden. lying stretched out on the grass in e midst of a tumbling jack and a tumbling jill. heh. its like a time freeze, us splat in the middle of motion.
from the time traveler's wife:
'What is it? My dear?'
'Ah, how can we bear it?'
'Bear what?'
'This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?'
'We can be quiet together, and pretend-since it is only the beginning-that we have all the time in the world.'
'And every day we shall have less. And then none.'
'Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?'
'No. This is where i have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when i go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere.'-A.S. Byatt
We're all got some weird relationship with time dont we. and i shall go start my day proper now.. wat a sleepy dreamy wednesday.
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dreamed.at .|. 7:40 PM