Under water

Do you know the moment when time stops while taking a shower? After a good workout, or a long day, or being too tired or having your mind too occupied for anything else you just stand there, eyes closed and let the water wash over you, around you, and even though it's just water, thin and too liquid to stay any longer than it has to, it's like a warm bubble that halts the time and space and you can just breathe and concentrate on being.

I wish there was an Einstein here to explain me right now the meaning of relativity.


Standing on a bridge,
watch the water passing under me
It must’ve been much harder
when there was no bridge, just water
Now the world is small.
Remember how it used to be,
with mountains and oceans and winters
and rivers and stars?
(Dave Matthews: Funny the way it is)

Penguin philosophy

Sure I know I should be sleeping already. Instead I was watching "March of the Penguins", followed by the "Making of" and in between some penguin talk with a friend about just how great they are... And then finally, touched and amazed and saddened and delighted and basically everything a person can feel at once because of those funny black and white bird-fish-creatures who walk in this heart-warmingly toddler sort of way as if they never grew off of diapers, I ended up into another favourite thing: watching trailers. I got to say, there's just something about movies. In times only one is not enough but you want to grab a piece of as many as possible at once and for this trailers are excellent. Especially trailers of movies I've seen and know well - the worlds of them will come and relive on the metaphysical level of my thoughts even if I only saw two minutes of them. It's the same as when wandering about in a bookstore or a library and you just want to fill your senses with those endless rows of stories, already told and yet to be found. Walter Benjamin might whisper: this is it, this is the shock effect I already wrote about in the 30's, nothing is enough for you 21st Centurians. But I just want to be filled up with stories and lives and adventures and loves and dramas and wars and pictures of beauty in all world. Benjamin, if someone, should understand something about tries of grasping the big picture.

And penguins! They born, live and die on the White Continent, in the middle of 9 months of winter, carrying their eggs and babies on their feet for months and having no nest, no food, no nothing but their own fur and the others in the community to hold on to. Once in a while they march to the Ocean, and then back, in the long, loyal line of little butlers sliding on their stomachs... I've always had a soft spot for penguins but now I've completely lost my heart to them. Just how brave can the time guardians of the Antarctica be! Absolutely and utterly recommendable to know more of them, even if you wouldn't be quite as crazy about penguins as me.

Dedicated to the forest of my youth that is now just houses

Standing here
The old man said to me,
"Long before these crowded streets
Here stood my dreaming tree."
Below it he would sit
For hours at a time
Now progress takes away
What forever took to find
And now he's falling hard
He feels the falling dark
How he longs to be
Beneath his dreaming tree
(Dave Matthew's Band)

I gave Dublin a second chance and it definitly did its utmost best and here I am: with another city I long for. I'm only in my mid-twenties, what then when I'm eighty? I've got probably the whole world to miss.

My overly patriotic (despite all the travelling) summer is starting slowly turn into autumn schedule next week and the overly patriotic part is getting there to be finished, too. "Progress takes away what forever took to find" - or just the ongoing flowing forwards of life.

Today we thought about the fact how weirdly the technology connects sometimes many people into a place that seemingly is occupied by only one or two. If, for example, I and my flatmate are both at home and maybe both of us speaking in phone, plus we each got our laptops on and have some messenger or skype conversations going on there, that would connect at least four other people to our appartment - and knowing us, it would include already a couple of other countries, too. Wild. Even wilder would be to think of all those other people who'd also might be having their own messengers/skypes/telephones on and so forth - if we could draw a map of all of those connections, that would be one network in the best meaning of the word.

I'm tired, and this time it's not the physical jetlag. Maybe it's a psychological jetlag. My mind is sometimes having a hard time trying to keep up with life's changes.