Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get to sing at a place like this.
Daydreams are filled with large water-bodies, opera houses, cold climates, ancient ruins, talking artwork, awesome gadgets, flying, antique typewriters, ciacconas, beautiful cottages, and all the live and dead people I've ever wanted to meet.
Let's take a look at the list:
-Oscar Wilde
-Elvis Presley
-Bob Marley
-Charlie Chaplin
-Mozart
-Beethoven
-Johnny Eck
-Joseph Merrick
-Philippe Jaroussky
-Franco
-Rabbit
-(etc)
I haven't been spending much time at home due to the hectic holiday schedule laid out for me. Over the past few days, I've had choir practices, a stayover and performance. It was kind of a stupid idea, seeing as we rarely sleep at these stayovers, let alone sleep well. Performance was the next day, but I managed to get by on sugar and adrenaline alone. Before and after the performance at some hotel, my mind totally died. I found myself staring dreamily into the vague distance. Mrs Headache didn't let me off, either. She and Mr Fatigue have been rather harsh on me. This must be why I feel like I'm about to collapse into a permanent sleep.
Or, at least, for 15 hours.
I do, however, find this spending so much time away from home a little comforting. It's a relief not to have to face undesirable characters and attitudes, unsightly scowls and glares, unkind words and deeds, around the house. Though it's not total freedom, it's better than being forced to stay at home all day, everyday with these people.
Should I ask for a phone for my birthday, or give it up?
Having a phone suddenly becomes a bad idea when you have to be in constant contact with people like my parents. Instead of widening our limits, technology has set us more. Yet, we cling helplessly to technology, unwilling to let go of something dragging us underwater.
What a curse.
Daydreams are filled with large water-bodies, opera houses, cold climates, ancient ruins, talking artwork, awesome gadgets, flying, antique typewriters, ciacconas, beautiful cottages, and all the live and dead people I've ever wanted to meet.
Let's take a look at the list:
-Oscar Wilde
-Elvis Presley
-Bob Marley
-Charlie Chaplin
-Mozart
-Beethoven
-Johnny Eck
-Joseph Merrick
-Philippe Jaroussky
-Franco
-Rabbit
-(etc)
I haven't been spending much time at home due to the hectic holiday schedule laid out for me. Over the past few days, I've had choir practices, a stayover and performance. It was kind of a stupid idea, seeing as we rarely sleep at these stayovers, let alone sleep well. Performance was the next day, but I managed to get by on sugar and adrenaline alone. Before and after the performance at some hotel, my mind totally died. I found myself staring dreamily into the vague distance. Mrs Headache didn't let me off, either. She and Mr Fatigue have been rather harsh on me. This must be why I feel like I'm about to collapse into a permanent sleep.
Or, at least, for 15 hours.
I do, however, find this spending so much time away from home a little comforting. It's a relief not to have to face undesirable characters and attitudes, unsightly scowls and glares, unkind words and deeds, around the house. Though it's not total freedom, it's better than being forced to stay at home all day, everyday with these people.
Should I ask for a phone for my birthday, or give it up?
Having a phone suddenly becomes a bad idea when you have to be in constant contact with people like my parents. Instead of widening our limits, technology has set us more. Yet, we cling helplessly to technology, unwilling to let go of something dragging us underwater.
What a curse.
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