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Ah!
Such creativity flowing like never before. Ideas. Trees. Leaves. Planets and what not. The white board was my only saviour. Stared at it intently throughout. Bullets.
Make sure you laugh at the boss' jokes. Most importantly, make sure you laugh the loudest in order to make sure that the boss hears you laugh at his joke. Competitive advantage and best-practice, they say.
White board. Random figures- hanging down the ceiling- flash infront of my drowsy eyes. Numbness beckons. Am I really here? I so want to believe in 'maya' right now. When reality ditches you, call for the spirits. They might just pull you out of the dungeon. Dense ripples all around me. I see my ankle, knees, thighs, belly, chest, neck being swallowed, not in that order though. My hands reach out. Desperately trying to hold on to that cardboard branch of the lifeless tree. The art-paper leaves fall off. They float.
Thank god for coffee. At 8 pm, an outlet, mental masturbation is needed more than oxygen. You want to fly. Or maybe go underground. But that open-air coffee shop would do for now. Patterns emerge, high and low notes are played, arrangements are discussed, Orson 'Kane' Welles inevitably pops up, Vienna is dreamt of, 'Before Sunset's climax and Vincent Vega & Mia Wallace's dance is termed as the closest thing to perfection.
Thank god for coffee.
Thank god for coffee.
Such creativity flowing like never before. Ideas. Trees. Leaves. Planets and what not. The white board was my only saviour. Stared at it intently throughout. Bullets.
Make sure you laugh at the boss' jokes. Most importantly, make sure you laugh the loudest in order to make sure that the boss hears you laugh at his joke. Competitive advantage and best-practice, they say.
White board. Random figures- hanging down the ceiling- flash infront of my drowsy eyes. Numbness beckons. Am I really here? I so want to believe in 'maya' right now. When reality ditches you, call for the spirits. They might just pull you out of the dungeon. Dense ripples all around me. I see my ankle, knees, thighs, belly, chest, neck being swallowed, not in that order though. My hands reach out. Desperately trying to hold on to that cardboard branch of the lifeless tree. The art-paper leaves fall off. They float.
Thank god for coffee. At 8 pm, an outlet, mental masturbation is needed more than oxygen. You want to fly. Or maybe go underground. But that open-air coffee shop would do for now. Patterns emerge, high and low notes are played, arrangements are discussed, Orson 'Kane' Welles inevitably pops up, Vienna is dreamt of, 'Before Sunset's climax and Vincent Vega & Mia Wallace's dance is termed as the closest thing to perfection.
Thank god for coffee.
Thank god for coffee.



2 Comments:
Vienna truly is beautiful and hats off to Linklater for having chosen that city as the setting for Sunrise. It's suppoed to be based on his own personal experience of his walking around Philadelphia with a girl. But amazing how welll he executes it. More so in Sunrise, because it has nothing to do with any of Paris's landmarks or traditionally romantic image; it's merely about the quality of the conversation. That truly is the most beautiful thing, that independent of the location, those movies are merely about the particular two people enjoying each others' company, be it Vienna, Paris or the World War. That, my friends, is romance or what I like to believe it to be. I had a great opportunity to see Vienna recently and it truly is a beautiful city with history at every corner lurking to be found out. But without your Julie Delpy, you can only relish it so much.
Bwahahahaha *evil laugh*
I am glad to see zat ze evil masterplan of having your world coloured, distorted and redeemed by coffee has succeeded!!
Seriously though. This world is so bloody messed up. Coffee (caffeine) is the only legal drug we can use to escape. Post more often darling! You know I cling to your reviews like anything. People use imdb, I check for the trivial seal verdict *muah!* miss u buddy (and esp our coffee conversations)
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