uninspired

today i felt aimless, like all wednesdays.

so i went to kinokuniya after work to refresh myself. it's been a loooooonnnnggg while since i've been in a bookstore. surrounded by the myriad of interesting things. the shelves have changed faces; titles once familar have been replaced with strange sounding euphemisms of even more perculiar phenonmena. one reads "Group Theory in the Bedroom, and Other Mathematical Diversions". interesting.


over dinner with a couple of good friends, the topic of time came up again. somehow it's always about time. the times that we laughed joyously together, the times that we shed our tears of sorrow, the times we blew out the birthday candles, the times we consoled one another about our losses and banes. and then there's the conscious thought about the time that i have left. 2 weeks.

i can't bear to think about it. so i listen: to those chunky riffs, the recurring double-triplets of the kick-drum, and that lingering melancholic voice...

In the days of my youth,
I was told what it was to be a man.
Now I've reached the age
I've tried to do all those things the best I can.
No matter how I try,
I find my way to do the same old jam.

Good times, bad times,
You know I had my share.
...

+listening to: good times bad times by led zeppelin