Sunday, August 14, 2011 @ 3:05 PM with 0 comment(s)
Having the urge to sit and stare. Just finished re-reading "Dracula" funny how saying this name still brings about a flicker of fear. When I read the book when I was younger, it's not yet a point in my shallow knowledge of literature, I know not the profound art of it's languages. Reading it now gives me the urge to speak in limericks. However, this book can be the stepping stone from which my profound love of literature comes about. My grammar and vocabulary might not be up to date since it has been long since I opened an English textbook, but my consciousness somewhat understood what I was reading and translate it in simple terms to my mind. Just trying to say that I like this book though the fear of CountDracula is still there. The way in which I think and act after reading might be slightly affected as my sub-conscious mind is still grasping about the true meaning of the text. Thats why I like TOD. But definitely not writing journals, my thoughts belongs to and only in my mind, penning it down would not be thoughts no longer, no? It would be writings and writings in this form is not a journal, it's a note, of not reconstructing the same initial and original manuscript that runs through our mind when we first thought it up. That which is the most original and raw idea that we get. Writing it down makes it become secondhand and I do not think it's necessary. It's a waste of time and my time could be put to better use by enjoying what life have in store for me. Though my rantings could be put to better use by actually writing the journal but that is just contradicting myself so I should stop here.