mood: swept
music: 'interzone' by joy division
last night i finished reading paulo coelho's the alchemist, and by 'last night' i mean 'this morning at 5:30'. sure enough the delirious hours of the dawn make pondering a book as cryptic and grand as coelho's master work that much more interesting.
only when i put the book down did i realize the ridiculous hour at which i did so, but at the same time i knew it didn't really matter what time it was. last night is the only time i can ever recall being able to sleep with my mind rushing in and out of rapidfire thoughts. something about this type of self-scrutiny gave me a warmth and comfort that only ignorance had brought me in the past.
so i drifted off with the shouts of my mind in my ears telling me the exact way in which the pieces would fall in place.
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