10 June 2012
Position: Lying on the couch.
Location: Home, in Haderslev, Denmark.
Occupation: Texting girlfriend and playing with iPad.
Sounds: people walking on the stairs, and the track Emerald And Stone by Brian Eno from my iPad's speaker.
Sights: A wall, the couch, my iPhone on my lap, my iPad in my hand, keys on the table, my iPod disassembled on the dresser. Guitars on the floor, and on a chair.
Sensations: feeling a bit shaky. My teeth grinding, I bite my cheek. Feeling tense. Feeling my muscles tense, and resisting a growing itch.
Thoughts: Thinking of her, and how much I miss her. I see her kissing me, I see her holding me, but she's not here. I think about the music, it sounds weird, but it has some truth, in that it reflects a certain melancholy of human existence, and describes the feeling of deafening silence very well. It also has an aura of love to it.
Feelings: Love, longing, craving (still haven't smoked my first fag today).
I feel happy that I've finally found the one. Don't need to worry anymore.
What's next: I'm probably going to get fags and some juice in a bit. Then on to continue cleaning the flat.
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