- To enable digestion.
- To make learning from life easier.
- For reflection, as an account.
Today i went to see The Little Prince at the theater. Apparently the Guardian didn't like it. I liked it, i thought it was..melancholy. He died. Was bitten by a boa constrictor. I have partially read the book, but it was when i was perhaps 8 or 9 so i had forgotten most of the plot. The Guardian is however right about the rose. That was a bit strange. Overall, it was worth £10.
I have decided to go back to University on the 10th despite exams being on the 19th/21st. It is perhaps an acceptance of my own role in my education. And an acknowledgment as to what the best learning environment is; the Library. It will be sad though, as i have very much enjoyed being home. But what must be done must be done.
Whilst not blogging i tried to write a very abstract diary or collection of thoughts written in third person. I will continue writing this as it offers a very interesting reflection. It's..perhaps more honest and spontaineous than this as it can be written anywhere.
Today i also took many pictures. I enjoy taking pictures very much. I enjoy taking pictures of things i think are beautiful, and i think many things are beautiful so i take many pictures. I very much do enjoy taking pictures; it's as though you are able to capture a moment, literaly. A single moment, not even a second as a shutter moves much faster, but a split second, where the light is perfect and the surrounding objects will never be in the same positions again. I especially enjoy taking pictures of people. Not those that i know particularly, just people, interacting; being real. That is beauty. Reality is beauty, reality is humanity and humanity is beauty.
Humanity, however, can also be terribly, terribly ugly.
I am going to document semester 2 by taking at least one picture a day. I am going to make a portfolio and i am going to name it; "My Life in Halls." And i will force my friends to listen to my schpeal and allow me to take photo's of them, because they are an integral part of my life in halls. That, and the feelings i have, which will be documented here and in the insane abstract diary.
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