It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.
Friday, January 28, 2011
25 minute delays on all transit today.
It seems easy to write stuff about where your true passion comes from. But it isn't. If I have readers out there. They must think I'm some insecure person who constantly needs music, quotes, and good reasons to continue a life nobody around the world even knows of. I ride the bus everyday. Each day I see the same people. Some days different. A majority of most of my rides includes this: Spectating. I cant stop myself form imagining what type of person he or her is. Even when I'm reading a book, I'm spectating. "I wonder what kind of life that person has lived?", or "Is that person stressed out?". Simply just from a posture you can read stuff about people. If you're still reading this you might be bored. Fair. My bus rant went the total opposite direction I wanted it to. I'm laughing, but I'm not gonna write el oh el. Enjoy yourselves.
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