There was no exam to haunt me anymore and I could do anything I wanted; I decided to walk to college. It was one of those warm and sunny, but already cold inside autumn afternoons which always feel so full of expectation. Expectation of what? I do not know. Maybe it is a memory from my distant childhood. However, all the amazing days of this sort that I can remember have been filled with this feeling of expectation, which made them special; and I am convinced that I remember it not from the past, but from the future. I was thinking about behavioral patterns and if rethinking childhood fears can help resolving one's impaired social interaction abilities. For example, I used to be afraid of going up and down staircases with space between the stairs and the window, because I thought I could fall into this space. On the other hand, maybe if one is trying to explain things using the words 'behavioral' and 'patterns' in the same sentence, one's social interaction abilities are beyond repair.
I was kicking horse chestnuts down the hill, looking for Brown Brooke, a mystical foresty place that I've come accross once before. Kicking chestnuts is like being in love. Or maybe not really; but the world does come in the form of neat definitions in autumn afternoons such as this one... Is our world 3D or 4D anyway? Or eternity-D? Speaking of eternity, I bought a Salvador Dali picture for £5 from the Community Hospice on Tuesday; it has the famous liquid clock on it. The clock is missing number 8; I wonder why. Maybe a misplaced 8 would be too obvious a symbol of eternity. However, eternity is already implied by the destruction of time; then, maybe the absence of 8 implies it even further; perhaps for the dumbest symbol-seekers. Food for even further thought: the clock is also missing 1, 2 and 10.
Anyway, it looks well on my wall.
Couldn't find the place I was looking for; but I found some nice gardens, pots and clay figures on someone's window, secret passages and a quiet, squirrel-infested park. Why was it called a 'pleasurance'? I was sure the name fit well, because it was pleasant indeed. Then I saw the roses and graveyard; cried a bit at the gravestones of the seamen, then a bit more at a sea veterans memorial, before going on.
Maybe the next step after organic foods will be organic information. People of the future will avoid google and the rest of the internet as a source of 'junk' information; Wikipedia is already being rejected as the informational equivalent of McDonalds. Also maybe there will be different versions of books and films, even music translated for different type of users... . Translation will either become that accomplished, or completely obsolete, bringing oblivion to everything that is untranslatable. The first is by all means better; still, I shudder at the thought of a low-refined-emotion version of The Lord of the Rings.
And, ah yeah, I am now the owner of an awesome real magnet Scrabble; who wants to play?
