history of his soul

good night, hong kong.

i just thought of a weird title. i’ve got a bowl of vine grapes, water bottle, some fruit cookies on the table. a history book in my lap. six pages of notes for tonight so far. hundreds of pages to go. i have finally settled on biology for next year as my science subject. i picked up italian again. i learnt two more chinese characters the other day. i feel better. i’ve been learning more about comedy and what it takes. stand up comedy makes me feel as if i have the right point of view. maybe it’s wrong thinking, but i love it. chris rock’s bigger and blacker just cracks me up. i believe you got my property!

i had a fine day today. i’ve got shitload of work to do. according to my schedule 9 due dates in the upcoming two weeks. school certificate practice exams almost every week. i’m still waiting for my books they are late. i hope i will get them at least by the end of this week. tired and in need of coffee. i lowered my dosage in order to improve my sleep but it just makes it impossible for me to get up easily in the morning. it takes me five minutes to turn off the alarm after it’s already begun to ring. where are the directions of the world?

her blueberry nights.

after morning, morning after

good morning, hong kong.

september. first september morning. 7:30 am in hong kong, 1:30 am in prague, 7:30 pm in new york city and 9:30 am in sydney. it doesn’t mean anything. we all experience our days a little bit too late. but i cannot say why this month seems to be more important than others. people return to school today. some people wait as the holidays draw closer. somewhere it’s autumn, but somewhere else spring is waking up. doesn’t it seem to be weird? closed minds of people.

maybe it’s the memories i have left from prague. maybe it’s because i used to hate september before. maybe it’s because i see it differently now. atmosphere in the air changes and i miss my old life so much i almost can’t breathe. but it lasts only for a second. there’s too much beauty around me. i like to pretend that i don’t see it, because it is just easy enough for me to decide not to acknowledge it.

today it is not like that. i like everything about this morning. i like the silence that surrounds me as my parents are still sleeping. i like that i focus on the silence even though i have my headset on. adam green, again. i like adam green too. it even seems to me that i liked my morning coffee more than usually. this is not positive thinking. there’s no such thing. this feeling comes from a simple act of acknowledging things as they are. not as they should be but as they are.

i hope september will bring more mornings like this one.

underground freedom

sunday morning. i’m listening to monkey business. it seems to be a perfect choice. i’m thinking. i’m off to europe next month. what changes will it bring? there are too many people and places which i would like to visit. there isn’t enough time for all of them.

croatia, slovakia, slovenia, bosnia, austria, ia. family’s everywhere. czech republic. i’m going to miss conor oberst’s concert at roxy but i’m hoping to see krepsko again. i love them. it is the most amazing artistic group of people that i’ve ever met in my whole life. and i’ve seen only one performance last year. drontë etc. i fell in love with the lion. i’m hoping to see him again. there are many things.

i have exactly 26 days of school to go. and then leonard cohen.