The Lake of One's Being

22 November 2006

One of these past couple of days, I've revamped my door. Ripping off scraps of magazines and newspaper cutouts of people, bands from waaaay back. I'm not saying who or which - it would forever demote the elevated standing I now hold in your eyes, and you would never look at me the same again. It's not so much that I've moved on, grown up, but maybe it's just a refinement of taste and preferences. Probably in the sense that you know yourself a whole lot better now than a few years back.

My room has been getting to become more and more of an oasis - the sights and sounds so comforting, special to you only in the way you know how. Being able to lie back and sleep, be dead to the world for that couple of hours. Awakening to a room flooded in brilliant sunlight, an intense blue sky, which always makes me feel like going for a swim. Or to the damp smell of rain, of earth, and the sky's coloured in my favourite shade. It's small stuff but it counts. I may look up at the sky and go, "Under this great expanse of sky, what could be going on right now, anywhere else?" But mostly, I just think, "Shit, it's another day of school...(or studying.)"

But anyway, the point is, my exams are in a few days' time, and I've barely studied. It's strange but I realise that any major changes/makeovers my room has received occur in the lead-up to my exams. When I'm supposed to sit down, pen in hand, and the notes are lying open, waiting to be ingested, digested in all their inviting, alluring glory, the potential for this side table to be shifted just there, for that vase to face the other direction instead suddenly seems immense. The mirror is looking kind of naked. Where are those wallpaper cutouts I know are lying around somewhere? This seersucker cloth, it would go brilliantly as a tablecloth!

So much as I love my room, and in loving it, love all of the changes, big and small which have made it what it is today, you could see it as a physical manifestation - evidence of my various failed attempts at studying.

And while we're at that, you can probably also include this entry as another manifestation of said failed attempts.

And if I go on to tell you about my current infactuation with Silversun Pickups and henceforth, plaster a video of their brilliant song "Kissing Families" which I can't get out of my mind in the space below, you would know exactly where I've been spending most of my waking hours these days. So I'm not doing that. But I hope the link would suffice.

12:37 AM;

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