Wanderlust

Wann wird das Licht mein Auge finden?

"When will my eyes find the light?"
"Soon, soon, youth, or never."

I haven't realized this before, but I'm actually consuming roughly 2 books per week. I've read The Hobbit for the SRP though I haven't answered the sheet yet. I hate answering sheets, particularly because I'm weak at those. Hmph.

I'm reading Violet Clay at the moment, by Gail Godwin. It's one of those random books with a good enough cover and large enough font size; thank goodness for that. I don't really feel like tramping through a book with ant-size text.
The book is pretty good, though one may get a little impatient at the author's style of moving the story forward, then doing chapters of flashbacks to conveniently provide the backstory. There's actually little happening in the present timeline, but I think the value of the book lies in the fact that the character has so much feeling. It's hard to explain, but I'm connecting with her startlingly well. Portrait of an Artist Without Direction. That could also be me.

I hate stagnation. It puts me out of shape. I can't even gather my thoughts properly now, neither could I organize it into orderly paragraphs!

Stagnation makes me ramble.

Boo.

But then this is my writing space. Maybe I could even say this pointless wandering and rambling on is some sort of abstract writing style that I can own somehow. Wait, that would be terrible. I'd hate to own this mediocrity.
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I was looking at a back issue of Preview magazine about some days ago. The price of those designer things are appallingly overkill. There is something obscene about advertising those P55,000 designer shoes or P47,000 designer bags while a million people in the Philippines are dying of hunger. I swear, there really is something wrong with that, but I can't put my finger on to what it is. Maybe you could help me, and then we'd write to them and ask them why.

I wonder if they feel any satisfaction with their jobs. It's so sickeningly worldly.

Since we're on the subject of sickening things anyway, I'd also add that Philippine news shows (particularly on the leading networks) are degenerating more and more into a muckier version of themselves. The way they sensationalize and dramatize things, plus that loud exaggerated narrating voice is getting so obnoxious!!! I hate it! It's like watching an indecent tabloid. What's worse, they do all these pakitang-gilas announcements about being true to public service. Grrrr. I wonder if public service includes getting the latest scoop on bikini contests and which young starlet has decided to go bold. They aren't even delivering news anymore. It's like... entertainment + talk show + features + Manny Pacquiao + nonsense. Argh. I just hate it. They're not helping the masses intellectually, and I'm always more confused by the end of these things.

Everything about them is irrelevant. Nakakainis.