siir karistiriyorum, hayirdir insallaa

Correspondences

In Nature's temple living pillars rise,
And words are murmured none have understood,
And man must wander through a tangled wood
Of symbols watching him with friendly eyes.

As long-drawn echoes heard far-off and dim
Mingle to one deep sound and fade away;
Vast as the night and brilliant as the day,
Colour and sound and perfume speak to him.

Some perfumes are as fragrant as a child,
Sweet as the sound of hautboys, meadow-green;
Others, corrupted, rich, exultant, wild,

Have all the expansion of things infinite:
As amber, incense, musk, and benzoin,
Which sing the sense's and the soul's delight.

Baudelaire

an obligatory vacation

computer's gone n will be back as a tabula rasa.
just got sick this morning. my eyes are burning. fever is about to pop up. got loads to do. each corner of my body is aching.

an empty harddisk i will get in some couple of weeks. what will i be able to recollect i have no idea. a lot will be lost. a lot of labour, let alone writings.

how i would love a cosy pillow now, a pillow that'll also hug me. a pillow who'll also convince me that everything's gonna be fine.

it also feels like hitting the road. just too tired for it.