A man does not come to the almshouse or the jail by the tyranny of fate or circumstance, but by the pathway of grovelling
thoughts and base desires.
- James Allen, As a Man Thinketh
Grovelling thoughts, a nice turn of phrase. I imagine these thoughts hunched into themselves, willed unto the ground by an
unseen yoke. Their knees are soiled with grit and dust. They look up but their leaden eyes are lifeless, their pursed lips hide
their woe. And they continue like this.
Base desires. More comically, I think of these desires that live on the base of a triangle. House is sparsely furnished -- in fact it
doesn't have a thing. I can't decide if it should be equilateral or isosceles. Equilateral would be mathematically perfect. Isosceles,
now that could mean anything wouldn't it. Interestingly, this triangle is usually black, you don't draw in your mind with a blue or
red pen do you?
Some objects were dripping lazily, leadenly, and others gleamed dully, like the eyes of a dead fish.
-Mishima, Confessions of a Mask
Exactly, but why does it work. Dripping lazily, languor,
stretching arms expansively and melting back into a black leather sofa, closing your eyes and
smiling at something you only know. Leadenly, a heaviness, guilt, but too far
gone to care. Dully, glazed
over, escape. Dead fish, slimy, putrefying.
I remembered on the way to school that I had a dream last night. Now why would I dream of that?
Discovered more tabs at jitapu.com. Has replaced guitaryou as the place for chinese tabs.
Met Yap Chee Meng again. Oh god.