the way things look after being away - stripped of their associations and the image in my mind, just the thing itself. sometimes suprising.
finally realised the other day that a ?Kafka? story I used to read about a penal institution where prisoners had their sentences etched into their backs with a needle over hours and hours was an allegory for life; day after day we gradually repeat certain things until they are our life.
those niggling thoughts that turn into regrets - subconscious suspicions not realised until the thing occurred, like the time I watched a log on the fire burn through without realising; it rolled off and onto someone's foot. afterwards I knew that if I'd listened to the inner voice, I'd have been able to stop it.
finally realised the other day that a ?Kafka? story I used to read about a penal institution where prisoners had their sentences etched into their backs with a needle over hours and hours was an allegory for life; day after day we gradually repeat certain things until they are our life.
those niggling thoughts that turn into regrets - subconscious suspicions not realised until the thing occurred, like the time I watched a log on the fire burn through without realising; it rolled off and onto someone's foot. afterwards I knew that if I'd listened to the inner voice, I'd have been able to stop it.
