Sunday, March 2, 2008

enough incoherent non sequiturs.

Some days I feel as if I'm walking through a blur, a haze, or a dream.

Others days, everything feels so real that I don't quite understand what's going on.

      It's as if the movements of my life are flashing rapidly past me, like a broken slide projector.

      I feel like I'm about to reach a rousing climax; will it be a cry for help, a dissonant plea flying through the darkness? Or will it be like the final chord of Hindemith's horn concerto, a final ray of hope, completely contradicting its precedent?

I think I've lost my score. Did I even have one to begin with? My only instruction now comes from the Conductor, and I eagerly await His command.

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