None of the clocks in this place work. I'm not used to it at all; they're all stuck on the wrong time. Ever since I learnt to tel te time I have maintained an unhealthy obsession with it. I have to keep checking the clock, constantly. When I was about 8, I got into the habit of checking the clock exactly every five minutes, but without realising. I know at the time I found it amazing that every time I looked, the minute hand was on a number. Maybe it was my imaginary psychic abilities. Maybe they aren't so imaginary. I've got a ridiculous amount of pages to read for tomorrow, of The Big Sleep. Put it this way... I'm on page 60.. and there are 251 pages. So I'm nearly a quarter of the way through... poor effort. Not sure if I have the time of the will power to finish it. It is a good book, but I just read two chapters here in the library and I can't keep my eyes open. It's nothing to do with the actual content of the book, it's the lack of sleep. We were reading a passage in my Creative Writing seminar earlier.. and everyone had completely different views on the same text. I think it's so interesting that there can be so many different opinions on ideas that are essentially the same. It's intriguing that everybody reads the same words, but they see them through a prism of their own individual values. Light splits in countless directions, so there are countless different ways that a text can be received.
So that was quite an in depth ramble I just embarked on. Will get back to reading my book... and update you on the progress via here and twitter too probably.
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