POOF! :P Sorry Maréchal...But this is just too cute not to be shared! <333

My mind boggles while I listen to this, and can't catch some eye shut last night, so I just re-scan and re-read From the Murks of the Sultry Abyss. So I just wanted to share you this [my]  favorite very short essay of him from that book. :) It just kinda good that it makes you feel a little less weird and a more relatively normal person when somebody writes the same thought you have or at least such not so important stuff you appreciate.

Elevator Mysteries

There's something uncomfortably fascinating about riding in elevators with strangers. I say this in all seriousness because I have decided today that I actually like that awkward silence that occurs directly after the clinking of the shoes and high heels come to a halt and the new vertical riders find their respective places for that fated 15-45 seconds aboard!

Some elevators carry "Muzak" in their walls and unfairly distract the passengers from the potential experience of awkward silence. Fuck those elevators, they are selfish, unfeeling machines that don't care about "MY" good time. But then there are others that, once the doors close, offer me that chance to not know where to look. Eyes thrusting towards my wrist for the time though I don't need to know and, shit, I don't even wear a watch. To concentrate on the luminescent numbers creeping up and down eternally, and a host of other clever distractions to divert my attention away from the cold, hard truth of the fact that I am riding, by myself, in a box on strings with another human being whose name I don't know!!! It's a comfort disaster waiting to happen. And in a culture so hell bent on comfort it seems to me to be a nice, weekender way to exercise my subversive side! I've even taken a liking to uttering gentle murmurs of faux-flatulence whilst descending and ascending with my copilots on some of these journeys. No one seems to appreciate that, though none have dared accuse me, a stranger, of such barbarism! And that makes me feel good.

Even when people who know each other ride, it creates a dense quiet that can make one not want or be able to look his or her friend in the eye! It's a mystery worthy of a Leonard Nemoy voice-over with creepy, late seventies Moog music beneath! What I need now is a friend who can appreciate such things and we could traverse the country, riding in elevators, feeling wonderfully unsettled...together.

Isn't this a lovely one? This is too awesome not to be shared. :)

(photo by kittysyellowjacket.deviantart.com)

the little joys of life you find with each other... that's one thing that keeps me going.

(took this photo from Brandon Boyd's book)

My heart is so tired. It's so tired constantly feeling your presence. It's so tired to see things on a vague blur. But I have to be very strong for you. So that when we meet, I can still give it to you whole. But I think I need you now, I really really need you now, and I don't know what to do. There are lot of things in my mind, but nothing I could tell. I'm wordless... and simply tired.

Maya 

PS.  it is not, but i'd love to if it's for you.

I'm looking at my viewer's map and I do really wonder who's viewing me from Seychelles, Victoria. Just another random thought. Anyway, sometimes old people (old like grandpop like) are really cute and funny. There's this mister in a shop where I usually buy my food, actually everyday, and everytime I'm about to pay what I bought, you know the moment when there's silence while waiting for your change, and they get the chance to talk to you and ask you something... they ALWAYS ask me the same thing EVERYDAY-- "How are you lady? You don't have your school today?" I always walk on my way home holding back my smile 'cause I really find it...uhm...weird. haha Imagine, since last year they ask me that, it's fine 'cause yes I was still in college then, but right now they still ask me that. haha I kept telling them "Oh sir, actually I just finished last March. I actually got a job now :)" I actually said that for some couple of weeks, and guess what they're asking me now???--"How was your job?" and again, I'm constantly responding "I haven't started yet. I'm waiting for a call." Thinking it'd be totally rude to say "SIR! Aren't you aware that you've been asking me that question 6255267 times? Don't you have anything to ask?" haha Gosh, it's really funny. Wheeew! Have you ever had that weird case scenarios anyway? I skipped buying on that store by the way, I made it twice a week now. :D