just read Amy Tan's A Bonesetter's Daughter. great read..transports you back into the times of old China, with bound feet and women that should be seen and not heard. reminds me of Lit class, on the book we did by Maxine Hong Kingston, The Woman Warrior:Memoirs of a Girlhood among Ghosts. in the latter, one particular line of the story goes "insane people only have one talk-story that they tell over and over again." that went through my head when i was at tamp mrt yesterday. there was this mad man who kept shouting "DIE" and mumbled on and on to himself. everyone kept a good distance away from him, but the poor people already in the carriage of the train he sat in had to endure his,how shall we call it, lunacy? i wonder what goes on in these people's minds. at the coffee club, we have this indian man-curly hair, unkempt, mumbling to himself-who always walks past touching every single thing he sees, the posts, the fountain, and even drinks the water in the 'pool' there. gross. a colleague told me he actually peed at some bushes behind once. i mean, what possesses these people(pardon the pun) to behave in this way? is it some cruel hold the Devil has on them? or have they just allowed themselves to degenerate into their own deluded world, a world of their own? maybe to them it's their way of escapism. we who are not insane practice that in many forms: some may throw themselves into meaningless relationships, one after the other, to satisfy the void they feel in their lives. some bury themselves in work, in the hustle and bustle of city life. some enjoy the thrill of materialistic pursuits, helping the economy go on churning. others try daredevil stunts- nothing stops these fearless people who have a carpe diem spirit. and the list goes on and on, a neverending spiral of avenues we all seek to avoid reality, to diminish the hollowness we feel inside.
guess it shows the insane and the sane aren't so different after all.
illuminated. 7:32 PM
femme
izzabelle/izzy/bel.
a melody that reaches to Heaven.
found to be lost in words.
solitude in late nights & alone time.
penchant for ice cream & chocolate.
adores(almost to bits) the cutest dog ever.
izzabelle/izzy/bel.