La nausabunda sensación, de saberse necesario

Bienvenido señor Lector. Este es un blog para expresar ideas refinadas de temas casi interesantes. Para tener un punto de origen, me presentaré como Falkirk. Mi identidad prefiero mantenerla en el anonimato. Soy una persona que a diferencia de algunos, prefiere no ser reconocida por nadie, pero eso no significa que no quiera ser diferente. Prefiero ser el civil desconocido que mueve algun hilo de las intrincadas ideas del pensamiento colectivo, pero sin necesidad de manipularlo. Si tuviera que expresesarlo de alguna forma, medianamente cursi pero lo suficientemente reflexiva, me gustaría ser reconocida en este espacio, como la noción de levedad que tiene la presencia de aquel que se digne a pertenecerse a si mismo, en ese momento en el que se tiene la extraña sensación de estar fuera de aquí, y que siga teniendo sentido.

¿No le ha pasado esto?
¿Alguna vez?

Es una sensación interesante....que no tiene respuesta. Y a la que uno prefiere no darle vueltas en divagaciones insulsas, y escoje ignorar lo etereo para enfocarse en algo tangible, algo que pueda palpar, y pueda sentir.

para Definir.
para ser,



y luego morir.


Me gustaría ser eso. Algo...hermosamente extraño. Y me atrevo a suponer, que por eso encaja con el perfil de este lugar. Seguramente se lo pregunte ahora. Quizás no; quizás solo lo lea y lo descarte, como uno de esos blogs que trataron de impacatarlo y no dieron resultado. Quizás esa no fue la intención del post desde un principio. Pero usted pensó que sí.

¿O no?

Quizás se preguntó si ud también encajaba aquí.
de cualquier forma, Ignorado o considerado en un segundo, la respuesta es sí.

Ud, quizás no lo sabe, pero acaba de formar parte de lo de siempre, improvisado. Enhorabuena!

Poster

Autofriends

I was once a friend with myself. It was fun at the beginning; we talked a lot, had some experiences together and, yes, we shared some laughs.

But then it got weird. I would get angry if I saw other people. Jealous of myself, I think I was looking for something more than friendship. I thought about it for a time, but then decided against it. I guess I was just not that much into myself. We drifted apart after that. I missed me a lot, but hanging out with the other voices eventually made it easier.

I still chat with myself every now and then, but nothing more than that.

Chilling Memories - Prelude

Prelude

And in that moment Liam wakes up. He hears a voice coming from his head:

- Why did you wake up? Don't you know that this is how it begins?

- Liam starts wondering what was that voice talking about? He touches his head,

he feels fine. It was just another Sunday morning. Confounded he asks himself what´s going to begin? And the little voice answers:

- The end.

Deambulation

I was standing at the window, watching people walk by. It was a cold day, people were wearing their jackets. And then it started to rain. People started running, escaping from the rain, the beautiful rain, and I wondered:

Why is it that people always run from the beauty of nature? Rain, sun, air, love. They want to live in secure concrete walls and forget everything about the exterior. They just don't want to get hurt, and not only physically, but psychologically too.

I pity these people. I love to run in the rain. I like to stand in the middle of a storm and feel alive, feel the real world around you. I love being in love because it makes me feel alive. Nature can heal and hurt, but you should enjoy both because nature will give you what you need.

Longcat is long

On Air

Dead Cat on the Patio was first created on the 90s, well, actually it was around 2006, I'm just not that sure and I don't want to guess since we are transmitting live on a highly prestigious media, only so that you, benevolent audience, could share the feeling. We'll leave you then with one of their most popular hits:
*track 1 4:01 starts*


Dead Cat on the Patio

- Dude isn't that like, your house?
- Yup, that's the joint.
- The one with the nice terrace and everything?
- Pretty fancy stuff isn't it?
- Ahm... yeah. So, is that a dead cat over there? right over the patio?
- It sure looks like it.
- So, you've got a Dead Cat.
- Well, it is there.
- On your patio.
- Right on the patio.
...
- Has anybody thought about getting rid of it?
- I'm not sure... Not that I know of.
- So, is it gonna like... stay there?
- Well... I didn't kill it. I don't usually go hunting cats and placing them on the patio, it's kind of a mess.
- It could have just died there.
- Mmm I guess it could, cats die of natural causes too. I just don't feel like investigating man.
- Regardless of who did it, it's still there!
- It'll be pretty difficult to get out of there, it's *dead* you know?
- Yes I can see that!
- So what's your problem then!
- You've got the problem! Right there! A very much dead cat on your pretty big patio! And you ain't doing nothing!
- Look I didn't create the problem, it's not my issue, alright?
- *sigh*... So, wanna hang out?
- I'm game.