UNCANNY

This isn't a heap after a hiatus, this. Not because I want to differ, but because there never really was a non-physical void, I've always been in the game and buzzing at that, the only shortfall being unavailability of adequate accessories. And by the way, if I scared you with that statement, I wish to establish that I'm not really 'retracing my steps', but just tried being the 'me' that I was, and I guess I'm not going to be judgemental about the same. So coming back to 'points' from 'lines', what do I intend to communicate through this post, that's titled in a sort of 'Enid Blyton' way?

Not Blyton, really, it's Nick Drake, which means either way, the British in it is obvious. And I started with wanting to write something about it, you know, it's a substantially intriguing word, that's sort of individual both in form and meaning, and I don't know the relevance of my remarks, but as usual, I'm self-justified and anyway, I thought you don't get words like that everywhere and that I've to capitalize on it, because hey, it's Nick Drake. And that's not it, it's not the end of story, because it'd be plain absurd if it ended here, because this is sort of a first act and no story ends in its first act, right? Well, mine didn't, and neither did it drag long, because as you'd see in the picture, in Nick's own handwriting, the relevance of his use of 'uncanny' is evident, and it sort of merges with my opinion on how one should sleep in the time allotted for sleep, because that's being organized, and sure there's nothing unhealthy about being 'unconventional', but I've got to admit that there're more perks over here than there, or so I would argue, and hey, that's coming from someone who likes being 'on the other side', even if on the other side of it, and sure enough, I bungled that remark, but my point happened to be that by virtue of being what I am, I see myself being forced to take none but the stand I take in this issue. And sure, my words contradict his, but the essence, as I see, is the same, because I feel I'm sticking to myself as much as he'd stuck to what he was, and that's like a similarity of differences. Like he's as firm as I am, and though we are different in the stand that we take, we're the same in the firmness of resolve, and hence the brimming empathy, in me. Hence the admiration. And hence, everything else that accompanies it.

So finally, it's not 'uncanny', but 'Night-time' rather, and the connection comes from how uncanny I think it is, to be writing about night during the day, and though I'm done with it now, (done with the final draft, which could be my next post) talking about how I wrote is like sketching your kind of place, you know, your 'place to be': Something you look forward to being in, being amidst, and I feel slightly bad saying this, because (it's not untrue that) I look forward to the night, I look forward to sleep-off the worries I have and that's an escapade than a solution, because your dreams are just dreams, however adverse they are, and I guess I find them better than even the slightest pain of reality, because you can always wake up from a dream and feel fine, while in the case of reality, it's waking up 'to' than 'from' and that's the thorn, actually. And to escape from reality and the crises it holds up its imaginary sleeves, that I guess is the biggest crime of all, excluding those that are 'heinous'. Because sleep's inactivity, and inactivity is the antonym of 'life' and I guess I don't want to be dead.

All the same, I feel it is uncanny to be write one's views about a commonplace occurrence, a daily thing, because it connects one to everyone else, as it simultaneously disconnects one from everyone else too, because it's not 'everyone' who spits it out, who paints what he or she thinks about things. And that, I believe, is the essence of self-expression.