... It´s me again... after investigation it seems like the party at the hostel is over... the staff are all nervous about consequences of partying with us further... so my home from home seems to have crumbeled... the only person acting like before is the 8 year old girl who is a little ball of energy... she´s the daughter of the owner and runs around like a nutter saying stuff I don´t understand (probably better that way!)... so I was feeling really quite glum... I felt welcome and warm in this hostel and that emotion was whisked away from me... so I took a trip up the zoo and sat by the gibbons and lions listening to the Ricky Gervais guide to Red Nose Day and the latest Football Ramble podcast... it perked me up and had me chuckeling like a fool as I sat on a bench in front of the gibbons... the locals must have thought I was adorably simple and possibly autistic as I sat with earphones in my ears laughing at monkeys... they are lovley little things but not laugh out loud funny... on that subject my simplicity yesterday I locked the key to my Wilkingson brand padlock inside the lock... so I had to take a walk of shame and ask for a saw to break open my locker... so yes, I am reasonably simple!
... as I walked home from the zoo I put music in my ears and let my mind flow away... in this mood my thoughts are so susceptable to manipulation by music... first there was Regina Spektor (my mp3 player was on random) singing Chemo Limo (a song about perfering to spend money on a limo then chemo because it´s far more fun... bloody depressing) ... it almost bought tears to my easily influenced eyes... It´s not the specifics of being denyed the cool thing that had grown at this hostel, it´s just having it taken when it had porovided something warm that I had missed... a kind of community spirit... but oh well... then next The Orient Expresse by a band called Blanche Neige... they are a band I saw outside the Pompidu Modern Art center in Paris... they played this awesome music full of pace and passion... it really drove through me and made me feel awesome... I remember when watching the band a little boy started dancing without abandon, without fear, without shyness... I´m jealous of that feeling... I could feel it surging up within me as I was walking and listening to the music... this feeling of abandon... of wanting to just do what the fuck I want and lose myself in some beat and rythm... just lose myself from any feelings that have been frustrating me... it was beautiful to have this feeling flowing through my veins... it´ll be time to move on soon I think...
... my message has lost its steam, it´s spent... it´s done and dusted... I´m eeking out this final words like the least residue of toothpaste... sorry to bore you people... later, when my motivation returns I´ll put up some pictures from the zoo... but until then, keep well...
Matt:)
... as I walked home from the zoo I put music in my ears and let my mind flow away... in this mood my thoughts are so susceptable to manipulation by music... first there was Regina Spektor (my mp3 player was on random) singing Chemo Limo (a song about perfering to spend money on a limo then chemo because it´s far more fun... bloody depressing) ... it almost bought tears to my easily influenced eyes... It´s not the specifics of being denyed the cool thing that had grown at this hostel, it´s just having it taken when it had porovided something warm that I had missed... a kind of community spirit... but oh well... then next The Orient Expresse by a band called Blanche Neige... they are a band I saw outside the Pompidu Modern Art center in Paris... they played this awesome music full of pace and passion... it really drove through me and made me feel awesome... I remember when watching the band a little boy started dancing without abandon, without fear, without shyness... I´m jealous of that feeling... I could feel it surging up within me as I was walking and listening to the music... this feeling of abandon... of wanting to just do what the fuck I want and lose myself in some beat and rythm... just lose myself from any feelings that have been frustrating me... it was beautiful to have this feeling flowing through my veins... it´ll be time to move on soon I think...
... my message has lost its steam, it´s spent... it´s done and dusted... I´m eeking out this final words like the least residue of toothpaste... sorry to bore you people... later, when my motivation returns I´ll put up some pictures from the zoo... but until then, keep well...
Matt:)
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