Sunday, November 17, 2024

LINE BREAKS

For some reason the train had been stalled for a few hours (landslide? Snowdrifts? Trees down across the tracks?) and I ended up pooling cigarettes with several military types. The general seemed facinated by me. Possibly because in that area one doesn't often run into Dutch speakers. While we waited, I did some calligraphy. Often when I do calligraphy it starts with a mental back-formation of the characters, based on my knowledge of seal script (篆書 'suen syü') and bronze vessel script (鐘鼎文 'jong ding man', 金文 'kam man').

It's very much a method of brain-twiddling.

Even after waking up, I am still wondering how come the materials were present.


A dream involving cigarettes, trains, and ink. Odd.

The scenery outside the was gingko trees in Autumn, which have a loveliness which is very pleasing to the mind. Such as we have in various spots eastward of my apartment building.
Dreams are often influenced by recent events and sights, plus caffeine and theobromine, while waking up from them may have something to do with my bladder telling me that hot zippity beverages at night might not be the brilliant idea I think they are.

Despite their rempting restoration after being at work.

I used to be able to have several cups of coffee in the evening, scant effect other than giddiness, but nowadays I need to limit myself.



I'm probably insufferable when I storm out of the house in the morning fully wired after one or two cups of strong coffee. It seems to have much greater effect now.

Why was I traveling by train? That is quite curious.



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