time
Alright, now I'm alone at last, or you know, my dad's asleep.
However, I can sense the incessant button mashing and letter typing is causing severe distress to emerge among the maoris.
Anyway, so the dystopian story I posted yesteryesterday depicted the Kaunas Airport, or rather, the Kaunas Airport toilet. That gentle humming of the ventilation system still haunts me at night, man, talk about leaving an impression. Alright, so what happened next? (Imagine all this being read in an optimistic baritone voice, with a small touch of charming coersion)
Well, after finding out that our Rent-a-car service didn't exist, we went in our imaginary car (that was missing a gas pedal, by the way), to the hotel. Travel blog, here I come.
Alright, seriously though, I've been thinking some about time lately. Why? Because this country is retarded at keeping it. See, this sunday was "move clock back one hour" day, and so we did. Then of course, fucking Lithuania has to be +2 GTM, so we moved the tiem forwords. Now, the airport clocks were ALL showing different times, and not, mind you, in a Tokyo/Moscow/London/San Fransisco way, but in a fucking Vilnius/Vilnius/Vilnius way. And the motherfucking plane had to be half an hour early, so our frame of reference was fucked. Hotel clocks: all different as well of course. The car showing 11, the tv showing 10, the reception clock showing 12 and then to the fucking lamp post clock showing 6:30! AND THEN THEY THOUGHT US RETARDED FOR ASKING WHAT TIME IT WAS WHEN WE WERE STANDING RIGHT BELOW A MISFUNCTIONING TIME TELLING MACHINE.
mah, I sense this post requires a Micolus to read, for it is my brain, defilterized.
So time pretty much disappeared yesterday. And it felt so liberating. I remember wishing, a couple of years back, that there should be clocks pretty much everywhere, so that one may never lose track of time. But then again, how could we have been so hubridal as to create a linear system for a cyclic phenomena. Time changes, both with culture and with seasons.
Life changes, yet we all seem to have a grand plan. I just wish I could rid my supervisors of the dreams about the social utopia and the societal ideal. For everyone, in their own pace and their own time, suffer as greatly and as deeply as everyone else. Everyone is subject to the laws of life.
Suffering nurtures the soul.
However, I can sense the incessant button mashing and letter typing is causing severe distress to emerge among the maoris.
Anyway, so the dystopian story I posted yesteryesterday depicted the Kaunas Airport, or rather, the Kaunas Airport toilet. That gentle humming of the ventilation system still haunts me at night, man, talk about leaving an impression. Alright, so what happened next? (Imagine all this being read in an optimistic baritone voice, with a small touch of charming coersion)
Well, after finding out that our Rent-a-car service didn't exist, we went in our imaginary car (that was missing a gas pedal, by the way), to the hotel. Travel blog, here I come.
Alright, seriously though, I've been thinking some about time lately. Why? Because this country is retarded at keeping it. See, this sunday was "move clock back one hour" day, and so we did. Then of course, fucking Lithuania has to be +2 GTM, so we moved the tiem forwords. Now, the airport clocks were ALL showing different times, and not, mind you, in a Tokyo/Moscow/London/San Fransisco way, but in a fucking Vilnius/Vilnius/Vilnius way. And the motherfucking plane had to be half an hour early, so our frame of reference was fucked. Hotel clocks: all different as well of course. The car showing 11, the tv showing 10, the reception clock showing 12 and then to the fucking lamp post clock showing 6:30! AND THEN THEY THOUGHT US RETARDED FOR ASKING WHAT TIME IT WAS WHEN WE WERE STANDING RIGHT BELOW A MISFUNCTIONING TIME TELLING MACHINE.
mah, I sense this post requires a Micolus to read, for it is my brain, defilterized.
So time pretty much disappeared yesterday. And it felt so liberating. I remember wishing, a couple of years back, that there should be clocks pretty much everywhere, so that one may never lose track of time. But then again, how could we have been so hubridal as to create a linear system for a cyclic phenomena. Time changes, both with culture and with seasons.
Life changes, yet we all seem to have a grand plan. I just wish I could rid my supervisors of the dreams about the social utopia and the societal ideal. For everyone, in their own pace and their own time, suffer as greatly and as deeply as everyone else. Everyone is subject to the laws of life.
Suffering nurtures the soul.
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Postat av: Arisu
ha-ha... anyway
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