to new beginnings.
i've decided i'd be starting a blogpage. and while i'd be writing of myself in the lower case because i don't matter. i would write still, in hope that my ideas will.
the objective of this unambitious project- as i mentioned to a friend- is first, for me, a lesson in consistency, and then a reaching to document my crimson-colored thoughts- the aggregate of my daily failures, and the occasional bubbly brilliance, too.
i like to think that there is magic everywhere. and that if only we'd learn how to live it, life- even at its worst- can be a million little miracle.
it's 22:56 in Germany. a smell of rottening plantain fills my room and i'm reading a novel. this book, we'll call a travelogue because it's a voyage with the ripper- an homecoming to death.
i'm not sure yet if it's a great book, but it does make me want to write. and maybe that's a good thing. maybe writing is useful and that that, ultimately is what this silly little project of mine, too, is about.
i promise i'd try to be good. and would always sound like myself.
i often wonder if everyday i wake up, is the day i die. so while i try to win at life, i remember to laugh at it. to laugh at myself. can you tell that i'm laughing already? haha.