Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
just listening to a lot of the music I was listening to what is already two years ago - namely David Gray's White Ladder and U2's "All that you can't leave behind" (an album title that was particularly fitting for this trip and many of the things I was thinking about while I was traveling alone) - the soundtrack for these two weeks I spent in the UK at the world debate championships in snowy Scotland and then travelling alone through Dublin and parts of the Irish countryside. Partly because my wanderlust has returned in full effect and my sister and I are plotting a fanstastic family vacation (perhaps Italy??) I don't know what it is about this tonight, but that entire trip remains preserved and I can drift in and out willingly, it's vivid and fresh and the streets are as clear as the January when I was there. I cut a new set of molars on that trip, figuretively, especially by myself in Ireland. I want to go back. The place was pretty damn incredible, but perhaps it just sat there like this great pinnacle of college, and it was incredible for incredible me when I was there - I remembering reading somewhere that everyone should at some point take a vacation alone and that's grounded in a truth. I had my journal, my David Gray, my copy of Joyce's Dubliners, and I vividly remember sitting in a coffeeshop writing a letter (more like a personal declaration of independence) to Kenny, who like now was in Florence, on some scraps from the Financial Times I happenned upon. Jesus, I can't believe that was two years ago. There was so much motivation, world-conqueringness, spirited energy then - not that it's really faded terribly, and maybe that's what I really need in February, to find that place again.
posted by lmjasinski at 9:45 PM