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Mar. 1st, 2010
Dear Internet,
What do you fill your time with?
I took a 10 minute break this morning and decided to take a walk. Carefully, I avoided pulling out my cellular phone or plugging in my iPod. I simply walked around midtown Sacramento, exploring little shops I hadn't noticed before.
The entire time, I kept expecting someone to ask me where I was going. People rushed past me, hurrying towards work, coffee shops, or homes. No one noticing much of anything at all. It was as if I was a spektor; an invisible ghost meandering across the concrete between dozens of distracted people. One young lady made eye contact and paused for a moment, as if she had just noticed that anyone else was on the open street.
I took a bit of a long break and, even as I walked back into the office, I kept expecting someone to reprimand me for taking an extra five minutes. I felt guilty. It was strange.
We have hours and hours and hours to experience the world. What do you spend yours doing? Drawing? Playing games? Paying rent?
The shift from enjoyment to necessity has come gradually. The quiet cup of warm tea turns into the black coffee in the morning to keep you awake. Sucked down quickly in an attempt to get that first morning slap in the face required to make it through the day.
As if the spark of energy might be able to get enough momentum to last you through the day.
I find myself spending less time in the hours, and honestly I'm enjoying myself much more. It isn't until the spring decides to peak out through some clouds that you realize how long you've been cuddled up away from the cold.
Truly,
Kigs
What do you fill your time with?
I took a 10 minute break this morning and decided to take a walk. Carefully, I avoided pulling out my cellular phone or plugging in my iPod. I simply walked around midtown Sacramento, exploring little shops I hadn't noticed before.
The entire time, I kept expecting someone to ask me where I was going. People rushed past me, hurrying towards work, coffee shops, or homes. No one noticing much of anything at all. It was as if I was a spektor; an invisible ghost meandering across the concrete between dozens of distracted people. One young lady made eye contact and paused for a moment, as if she had just noticed that anyone else was on the open street.
I took a bit of a long break and, even as I walked back into the office, I kept expecting someone to reprimand me for taking an extra five minutes. I felt guilty. It was strange.
We have hours and hours and hours to experience the world. What do you spend yours doing? Drawing? Playing games? Paying rent?
The shift from enjoyment to necessity has come gradually. The quiet cup of warm tea turns into the black coffee in the morning to keep you awake. Sucked down quickly in an attempt to get that first morning slap in the face required to make it through the day.
As if the spark of energy might be able to get enough momentum to last you through the day.
I find myself spending less time in the hours, and honestly I'm enjoying myself much more. It isn't until the spring decides to peak out through some clouds that you realize how long you've been cuddled up away from the cold.
Truly,
Kigs
