Journal

Visions And Vanities

Karma

There is this strange, almost karmic coincidence that I always experience. This is the way it happens: death of romance, birth of idea. That’s right. Death of romance, birth of idea.

In some unusual, sudden, and cold way, the lights just got punched out yesterday and I felt extremely alone. Not sad, mind you. Almost not sad at all, in fact. And in recognising things, or perhaps accepting them, I consolidated the broad vision for my writing. Actually, consolidated is probably a terrible choice of word, since it’s all blurry, but I’m convinced that something clicked into place, if that makes sense.

The River happened this way too. In the aftermath of some rather cruel event, I made the biggest connections and conceived some of the most significant elements.

Perhaps in failing to sort myself out, I manage to sort out my stories. Morbid, sure, but that seems to be the way of things.

In any case, I’m just keen on moving things forward for now. The work is my first obligation, my last defence, and my deepest mystery and singular truth. So I’ll stick with it, and see where it takes me.

National Book Award

Here are the finalists. [via The Elegant Variation]

Lonely GTA

I think I’m destined to abandon my GTA IV again, having started up FIFA 09 all the time in these past couple of days. I was supposed to practise, but I’ve found more fun in doing the Be A Pro things and trying to pretend I’m a precocious teenager destined to play some legendary football.

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