Thoughts on a friday morning

It's about realizing you're not sleeping in the same bed that night. And dealing with the uprooted feelings that come with that thought. It's about waking up the next morning and wondering what new things you'll see that day. And at the same time it's about realizing the similarities between where you are now and what you've left behind. Sometimes you feel like you're just in another parallel universe where the people look different, speak different but think alike. Sometimes you just end up emphasizing how alien everything is; or rather, how alien you are. More often than not it's always the first one though. We're self-contained worlds, walking amidst other worlds. We're one-man universes filled with stars and satellites, rocks in orbit and rocks lost to other gravities, and white dwarfs and black holes.


03/11/06
Hanoi, the morning after a long ride back home with Muse's Starlight on repeat inside my head.