Insomnia at 6:30am is no fun. Even if I do have the day off tomorrow.
Anything I seem to want to write is coming through in poetic formations. I'm fighting it off though. Too early for pretention. Or is it too late?
I watched Kundun again tonight. Talk about beautiful injustice. The cinematography in it is amazing. And the story told is even more inspiring. It's hard to look at pain so beautifully displayed. That's probably why I've only watched Schindler's List once. And cringe at the idea of watching The Pianist. Which is funny only because I actually own the movie but can never get up the nerve to sit down and put myself through it.
Which reminds me of this-->http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=3e5_1211368435
Have you seen this video I linked to of those clouds in China that appeared 30 minutes before the earthquake hit that city last year? They looked like they were made of plasma, and they were cascaded in all of the colors of the rainbow. They hovered so playful and everyone in the video just marveled, completely unaware of what those clouds were broadcasting. Apparently they were colored like that because of gasses released from the earth and into the Ionosphere. Or maybe it was a shift in the magnetic fields? They don't exactly know.
Either way....beautiful phenomenon before utter devastation is cruel. It's like razorblades in an apple. Actually, would utter devastation and then beautiful phenomenon be more cruel? Yeah I think the latter is worse. At least with the former you could appreciate the beauty in a blissful idiot state. Unaware, as it were.
If you were to see those clouds after you were shook to fuck. And you were still conscious enough to wipe the dirt and blood from your eyes and look up through the rubble you're trapped under to see those multicolored plasma clouds hovering above.... mocking you...you might expect them to rain fire down.
I'd rather eat an apple flavored razor blade than know that kind of fear.
Ugh anyways...I must shake this old feeling out.
Someone come pillow fight me?
