• The Mutterings of Mystery in Misery

    19.9.17

    Mindfulness or something like that

     
    Mindfulness: is one constiderd mindful when one is, mindful of the extent of mental chaos. But feel somewhat powerless to change it? What is mindfulness anyway, who are these people who live in full control of their inner sanctum. Do they exist? Do they have some magic boundaries, which enable them to exist and find their way amidst the chaos? 

    How do they learn these things? 

    16.9.17

    Architecture

     
    Architecture that strange disease, that kind of dull malaise one feels, on a Friday in September when all you need is a good long holiday, that feeling that one feels ones been mildly ill, all year. Caused by endless cycles of caffeine and lack of sleep. 

    12.9.17

    A bucket full of tears

     
    Some years it seems may best be described as a bucket full of tears. Let just say, it's been a tough year. When one finds oneself sitting on the floor of ones office weeping st some tiny hurdle... it's a pretty good sign one needs a break. There are only so many hills one can climb before one just site down and weeps, in futility... 

    Yup one of those years. 

     

    9.9.17

    Art Fairs for Introverts

     
    Really the best way to experience a crowded art fair, is with head phones, even if you have to take them off every 10 min. To chat to someone you know. 
    And a duel entertainment, bumping into a student who asked what your listening to.... WELL, the play list is called 'fokoff' so I'm sure you can imagine its contents. 

    So I go with Metallica....it seemed a safe addmission  really says said student. I had you pegs for classical music... REALLY, CLASICAL, REALLY... have you met me? I was a teen in the 90's for goodness sake. 


    5.9.17

    The secret life of gold fish

     

    Gold fish so zen, so mirror pools and Japanese gardens. So inner peace, and mastery of chaos swimming about in their little glass bowls. Making us all jealous of their harmony..., 
    But What if secretly goldfish are screaming, from bordem and desiring streams and lakes and forests away from our prying hiding eyes.... what then. 

    Yes yes, I should probably be working on my PHD. 
    It's been a bit of a year..., the mind is tired and it wanders. 

    Have a happy Tuesday folks 

    Brigs