A month went by without any updates here, apologies to those who happened to drop by once in a while to find nothing new. My life as a whole is still, so far, the same; stagnant. I would simply like to say that the I spent the last couple of weeks slowing down my pace, enjoying the company whenever possible of the lovely group of friends, dealing with the Children’s Society project which is still in discussion and also bumming around. For the next half of the year, I was thinking that I should spend it seeking new directions.
Today morning I wove in and out of sleep, and then woke up remembering the long dream that I had. I slept some more in the evening. Ade told me that depressed people sleep a lot, mostly because of escapism, how they tend to avoid waking up to reality by sleeping heavily for long hours. Has this characteristic become a part of me? This could be one of the few things that I can admit to you about. But who can be totally honest to oneself, more so to the closest people around you? It’s easy to drift along, but when it comes to the core, I find it impossible to convey what I truly feel and think.
So this is what it means when they say, “I know you, but I don’t know you.. actually.”
Okay, enough of rambling. Well, after living in a huge mess for who knows how long, I finally hate it enough to clean up my room, starting from the clothes and bags all over the bed and the floor. And then just about everything else. When my room returned to its rare, wonderfully neat state (right =_= not even!), I was particularly irked by the ugly tissue box that sat in between my speakers on the shelf above my work table. At the spur of the moment, I created a tissue box cover using a piece of scrapbooking card with floral design, glittery paper for the sides and a piece of string to hold the left side together.
Because the back of the tissue box isn’t entirely covered (the paper wasn’t big enough), the box itself can always be replaced once the string is untied and the side unfolded. The overlapping flaps of paper on one side of it are held together by the string. From the front it looks just like a gift wrapped box of tissue, that’s all :)
Written on the paper is a quote which I really really like, taken from the French novel Le Petit Prince:
The essential things in life are seen not with the eyes, but with the heart.
「心で見ないと、なにも見えない。
いちばん大事なことは、目に見えない。」
For example, love.
