Posts in July 10, 2008
He was called the Conductor. In reality, of course, the Conductor had a perfectly human name, and everyone remembered it, but he was called the Conductor, and nothing else. The thing was that the Conductor, though he was a very talented composer, performer, pianist, and much more...
Once upon a time, there lived in the world a Cat named Kitty the Cat, nicknamed Short Tail. In reality, her tail was not only of quite normal, average length but also extraordinarily fluffy and additionally of amazing color.
We live by the clock.
The alarm rings at 7. All my clocks are set ahead. I don’t like being late, but I can never seem to be on time. So, I set different clocks to different times ahead. And I try to catch up. Usually, I manage, but sometimes I miss the mark and arrive early. But I always have a book with me.
9:00. I have a meeting. Give me a piece of Osho, and I’ll fill this waiting period with invaluable information. 11:00, I’m at work. Monitoring. The Simoron forum. The friend feed. I want everything, and I want it now. 12:00. Time to eat. Better now. Yakitoria. 6 cucumber rolls, 6 California rolls without my favorite flying fish roe, a cold red tea. 12:40. Back to the office, monitoring. Today, I found 7 articles. They’ll go into the European monitoring. Damn it, how do you translate "sublegal act of the Communications Law”? Multitran is down today.
14:56. Wow! I won’t make it to send the monitoring to London! I realized at the last minute. Managed to do it. 15:25. Alex Harris from BM-London entered all my articles. So, I didn’t make a mistake in choosing them. Sometimes, he misses one or two, which means they weren’t important. 16:00, midday. Something to eat, otherwise, by the end of the workday, I’ll feel it under my ribs. Tea with sugar substitute. Hibiscus. Is that okay, dear?
Simoron forum, friend feed, conversations with the press, mail, corporate newspaper “SAN Interbrew”. 17:45. What, already?! 15 minutes to go home. I don’t want to get up. At 17:56, I get up and go to dress. At 18:05, I start the car.
The clocks in the car are also set ahead. I get confused when I synchronize the time. If at 9:45 by the car’s clock I’m not at work, it means I’m late.
19:45 on the clock. Danik is waiting for meat.
Keys. Clothes – on the bed. Meat – for the cat. The cat’s pot. Computer. Internet. Simoron forum. Friend feed. 20:58. Anya leaves ICQ. She looked at the clock, saw the hands pointing to nearly nine in the evening, and told herself, "It’s time." Time to go home.
If it weren’t for the clocks, she’d still be working. If it weren’t for the clocks, I’d be sitting in the cinema. If it weren’t for the clocks, I wouldn’t wake up.
Clocks are humanity’s number one enemy. We need to remove all clocks, and then we’ll have TIME.
Time to LIVE…
Closing my eyes. Flashes of light. Multicolored lights of New Year's garlands? Shards of bright flashes make me turn around. I turn my head and see your dear eyes. You watched me sleep. You guarded my sleep, you didn't want to wake me, just wanted to see me bury my nose in the blanket. Listen to my steady warm breath…
Penetration Beyond the Rational. Sublimation. Transformation. A Kaleidoscopic Play of Strange Forms of Consciousness. Metamorphoses.
A true discovery. A shock. I couldn't have expected that modern Germans could make a film that would give me goosebumps and take my breath away. I’m hesitating how to precisely define the genre of this movie – a criminal-romantic drama.