incoherent ramblings

shorot is late this year.

the above line sounds like Wilde's 'The Selfish Giant.' Gi-ants...i'd forgotten the ring of those words.also 'fairies','elves','nymphs','gnomes' and the lot. i try rolling them in my mouth from time to time to feel their long-forgotten texture. they somehow fail to evoke the sense of solidarity they used to. perhaps I've forgotten to say them right.perhaps i don't believe in them any more.

i wonder if everyone isn't a little schizophrenic. if they all don't imagine voices in their heads from time to time...don't we? reminds me of Fanny and Alexander.Reality is merely what you believe in,if you believe in it hard enough that is. i mean,after all who's to determine what's real and what's not?

there are things known and things unknown,and between them lie the doors...

this was supposed to have been a post on the weather(the inanity of which is not to be remarked upon)but as usual i digress.
it's strange how the rains here are different from anywhere else in the world.the 'monsoons' here are an event...a celebration of Mother Nature,love and waterlogged streets...

i know this post is erratic.An idiotic(read: butIstillDoItAnyway)blogthings quiz said i blog like noone else is looking.
i feel lonely.like my blog.no,lonely isn't the word,Alone is more like it. i wonder how many people actually read this stuff...

this post is like those cutelittlesmiley stress relievers.But more constructive if you ask me.