Wednesday, September 9, 2020

About a book I found, it was okay.


I randomly saw this book at my local library. As soon as I saw the familiar title, I was consumed by excitement because it was an older book that I have read around 9 or 10 years ago. I was way younger then. 

Although it has been a while since I last thought of this book so it was surprising for me to remember it even. I even forgot a bit of the plot but as I was reading along, I slowly remember bits. While the book is written in a nonlinear timeline so I guess that contributed partly to the reason why I never retained a strong memory for it. 

As I was reading the book, I slowly realised that it annoyed me and pissed me off even. I think it was the characters, or the way they acted or the way they have been presented by the writer. I don't remember if I felt the same way a decade ago. But I suspect that I did, hence why I forgot details about the plot. Don't get me wrong the book's writing was great, it was the scenario and the characters that annoyed me. Which makes me wondered why I even got excited when I saw the book in the first place? Was it the memory that I used to read the book a decade ago that got me excited? Like how the book was almost an artifact from my past and I thought, cool I'd check this out again. Only to be disappointed because the book's storyline and characters weren't my cup of tea.

In which due to this experience I came to a conclusion that sometimes a memory from the past is strong. But a memory is only a memory and it will never belong to the present because things have changed.

Monday, September 7, 2020

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Alone, listening to music. Something with an indie label. It has such a nice sound. The singing is good too. It's honestly great, it feels like it can clean my feelings. It's calming and soothing. The songs just makes you travel and float internally like your soul has been ripped open, or carefully moved, I am definitely moved, and honestly I savour moments like this. There's peace, it is calm. Recently, I have known myself more than I did from the past. I look back sometimes, and think how come I've never known. Now I know better.