Infinite and Beyond

That's about how much time it will take me to finish my paper. I worked hard all day to try and get ready to write tonight, but alas it is 4am and all i have to show is 70 words. Not even a thesis yet. No clips chosen. Articles have been found but no idea yet on how they'll fit in.

It seems to be another one of those nights where I astound myself at the life choices that I make. I got home to find that Shane was staying over at Martina's and (trumpet sound) my wish of having the apartment empty to write my paper came true. I ordered a large pizza all for myself to eat while I wrote. Even though I know this paper is due in exactly 11 hours, my body and my mind tell me that what I have to do now is watch the end of 2001 with Pink Floyd's Echoes. Being my absolute favourite sync-up (being the key that unlocked me to Pink Floyd), I find this so relaxing. I know this paper will be late and right now, I am totally fine with that. Along with the rest of the world, my life has kicked into overdrive for the last 4 months of hell and part-time hell.

The weekend is fast approaching looming with the threat of the next paper due Tuesday, and another 10 hour shift at the LCC, following a closing shift the night before. (ouch). But boy howdy do I need the cash now. Thankfully, our Paddy's day party has been cancelled because I am now really looking forward to sleeping and playing more mario and Gran Turismo.

I'm growing up, and I don't like it anymore.

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stares and
Something tries
And starts to climb towards the light


Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to the land
And no one crosses there alive
And no one speaksAnd no one tries
And no one flies around the sun


And now this is the day you fall
Upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Comes streamin in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

The selected lines are what is making my heart strain right now. How can you force yourself to do something that is painful, possibly a subtle form of self-mutilation, when there is that kind of an image in your mind. Furthermore (still in the essay mindframe, as you can see), how can I be expected to write something brilliant or at least legible when there is that kind of truth and beauty in only 19 words. Ive already written 70 and they aren't even worthy to compare.

At least I've been convinced there is a purpose in arranging words.
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