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Thursday, November 20, 2003

i noticed that groups of sparrows, swallows fly over my flat at 6/7 in the evening. as they passed overhead, i could hear their feathers ruffling; my heart for some strange reason began to beat faster. in its small, insignificant way, the event made me happy. it was probably years years ago that i had sat here and watch the birds fly past my flat, and i can still remember i had wished i could just fly away with them. Not trying to escape anything here but would not it be exhilarating just to fly? not in the Neo Matrix way where he does the superman thing. to have two wings beating, your heart racing, thumping against your chest, and then the defiance of gravity as your very wings lift you off the ground and you're flying with your companions. hearing their own feathers ruffling, seeing how their small bodies are propelled through the air and then you realise that you're one of them. the miracle of living life with even the smallest capacity.

hmm. bird fetish aside... i hope to get my brain working up to speed when i reach the exam hall at 5pm...

posted by happyhannon at 8:21 AM