lunes, 6 de octubre de 2014

deadlines

There is an inherent beauty of seeing a blank page. Which are never completely blank these days. They are more like a web site layer waiting to be filled, by your words. There is a header, there are many buttoms for edition. There are many things which forever will be let untouched. Just waiting for the right moment. Quietly staring at you. Then you push the buttom ´publish´and in a fraction of a second the words you had written cease to be yours—they are now in the open, you don't know who will reach them, you can see which country went to see it, but you wonder why? why would they do something like that? There are so many amazing texts, there is such a limited time frame, why someone would take a precious moment of their being to be with you? reading you? I think it is truly beautiful. And I'm grateful you are here. I hope you don't feel as you had wasted your time. I hope you are in a nice setting. If you are reading this probably are, because that means you are infront of a computer, with wifi and things cannot be that bad when you have access to *that*. I just realized google doesn't complete your sentence when you write the word 'fuck'. I was trying to re-search how the words `buttoms' is written, and first I thought it was written as 'bottoms' then I google `Fuck Buttons' (as the band) to see if that was right, but I wasn't so I corrected to 'buttoms'. It is funny how services like Google censored this kind of stuff. From whom are you trying to protect us? English is not my *native* language, but I got fond of it already, I think it is a language that adapts pretty easily to anyone. You can break rules with English and get away with it. With spanish is more difficult because the meaning of the sentence will get completely screwed and it will lack any meaning. It will be just random words one after the other without any logical sequence. But with English you don't have that problem. You can adapt it to yourself. I'm supposed to be writing a review. The deadline was due yesterday but unfortunately I have been lazy, not because I don't like what I'm doing but deadlines give me this drive for transgression which I cannot avoid. It makes me feel dutyful and at the same time don't want to be dutyful and that's why I think I let deadlines pass. But I don't recommend this to anyone. I think it is not a good approach to things. People can get really mad at you. I just want to work at my own pace, but on the other hand if I lack the imposition of a deadline probably I would end up doing nothing ... probably I will end up writing blogposts sporadically. Probably I will end up depressed thinking about my lack of motivation and opportunities. Probably I would let someone down. And I don't want that. I want to be there, I want to be there with you. I want to have fun with you. I want to be bore with you. I want to see the day pass and then the night pass and say to you good night. Because I love you. But at the same time I don't know you and you are not there.

But someday you will...