third eye

ART – MUSIC – FASHION – POETRY – EXPRESSION – ABSTRACTION.

February 20, 2011

“I couldn’t think. I just couldn’t seem to get anything straight in my mind. The thoughts were there – thoughts, memories, facts, feelings – but I couldn’t do anything with them. They wouldn’t keep still. They just kept buzzing around in my head, like a room full of flies, and every time I tried to grab hold of one, all I’d get was a handful of nothing.”

– Black Rabbit Summer, Kevin Brooks

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what does anything matter? February 18, 2011


“I didn’t want anything to do with anything back then. All I wanted to do was lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I had no idea where this lethargy of mine had come from, but in the three weeks or so since school had finished, I seemed to have got into the habit of not doing anything at all, and I was finding it a hard habit to break. Getting up late every morning, hanging around the house for hours, sitting out in the sun for a while…maybe reading a book, or maybe not. What did it matter? The way I saw it, the days and nights would pass whether I did anything or not. And they did. The mornings passed, the afternoons passed, the evenings turned into sunset nights…and, before I knew it, I’d be lying on my bed again, staring at the ceiling, wondering where the day had gone, and why I hadn’t done anything, and why I still couldn’t bothered to do anything now.”

– Black Rabbit Summer, Kevin Brooks