I sometimes wish I had a huge jar to capture time with. It’s not just that my due dates come closer and closer each and every time I sit down at my little desk in my drafty humid room, it’s more like time is flying by me generally. Like when you hold your head out of a driving car and close your eyes. Today especially the weather underlines my metaphor. Up until now it has changed from rain to sun and back again about 6 times and that’s only counted from about three o’clock onwards, it’s like the seasons are changing every ten minutes. Looking out of the window I can hardly seem to remember when I came into this room for the first time, I know I burst into laughter knowing what it costs to live here and at the same time seeing what you get for it. I recall throwing my stuff on the bed and gazing outside to see the statue of a naked dude on the lawn, I recall the images, the noises and smells, it seems however not a great idea to focus and try to remember it all because whenever I do, it feels like a sheer flood of memories accumulating, threatening to come rushing back all at once, simultaneously, in no order that would make sense to me. So I stop it there and resort to keeping all of it in a corner of my mind, the very knowledge that it is there might just be the best but most bitter feeling.
21:07, I’m finally done with my fifth essay and thus also with the last piece of writing I will have to have handed in (or up as the Irish say) by the end of October….the only thing I will have had to write up until mid-November is a little piece about legends. Tomorrow the incredible Des Bishop visits UCD (see here for example:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52bna-tn_dY) and we’re definitely there!
