This week’s title has no real pertinence to the topic. Its from a live Regina Spektor concert album that James gave me back in the day. Most of my music is James-based, which makes listening to my I-pod while sad a perilous affair. One wrong shuffle and I’m reduced to a mound of tears, ash, and bone. I’ll apologize in advance to those of you who do choose to read this blog for this week’s entry. If you like Jack Kerouac/stream-of-consciousness randomness then you might actually like it, if not…well, feel free to skip this one. I have something of a mysterious headache and its making my brain misfire like mad. And of course, I slept far too much last night and that’s left me muddled and murky. I’m a man, who was a fish, floating dead in a dream. I’m trying to work on my dissertation, but its turning into a poetic/performance piece the more I write. I’m feeling expressive and imaginative and mythical.
A lot of this is coming from where my thoughts have been directed the past few weeks. I’m not sure why, but my brain has been wandering into a place of prophecy and things ancient. I guess I’ve been watching too much Supernatural in the morning before I leave to do work. If any of you, my dear readership, are Facebook friends with me you may have noticed a series of enigmatic, highly out there statuses. They come from the Song of Ice and Fire series of books (i.e. the Game of Thrones for you television watchers). I’ve always had a thing for the mystic, ethereal, and magical. Angels, demons, magic, prophecy. I’m Mulder, dammit. But I guess as Samhain approaches and the old belief of talking to the dead rises once again into the cultural consciousness, my brain goes to the fantastical as it is the only thing that could get me what I really want. I know its not real but I want it.
Ugh, this post is meandering in the worst way. I should be writing my Discussion section for my dissertation, not that rambling ode to my own rapidly devolving sanity. So, I guess I will cut this short and attempt to write a few more words on that, taking a few stumbling steps closer to completing that epic piece of failure.
