*click*

I swear, there was a click. Several clicks, in fact. I'm going insane, I have to have it. That magic.

You just fucking try to find that again. I can't believe Kundera was right about the whole poetic memory thing.

I feel trivial things too much and don't feel important things at all.

Those three digits. Odin, devyat', tri. Why do I keep thinking it's magic.

5 comments:

_flaky_ said...

what?

Marina said...

If I had wanted people to know, I would have been straightforward. Sometimes I just need to type things down, and don't care if you guys get it or not. I'm sorry but that's the way it works - this blog is often more for me than for you.

Anna said...

Let other things enter your poetic memory.

Marina said...

Why? This made me happy - constantly, mind you - for 1.5 weeks. It's wearing off now but I still get the occasional kick. Why would I want to let other things enter my memory?

Anna said...

Because in the end it will depress you more. Defence mechanism