Floating

Unfortunately, I have an assignment due tomorrow on this book. I read it not too long ago (I suppose around the late winter, just when things were thawing out) and, because of it, Didion remains as a terribly interesting writer in my mind.

I have this propensity to enjoy minimalism. There's always so much going on in my mind, or in other parts of my life, that I'm attracted to the clean, the simple. The clutter-free. If my immediate surroundings are clear, then maybe everything else will follow, y'know? I think that's my thinking every time I scrub the kitchen clean at 1 am.

Point is, I like Didion. I don't mean to nod my head fervently as she traverses through the tragedy of her husband's death. I really don't. I admire her resilience, which is something that way too many of us lack.

Or maybe I've just acquired this new taste for minimalism and simplicity after working at the paper for the past month or so. You can ask the gray walls of my bedroom or something.

And if my hard sell on Didion still hasn't worked on you, please read this essay. This is the piece that solidified her as one of my favourite authors.

Things became unreasonably busy unreasonably fast. "I'm tired dude," my friend just said to me. Same here, man. I can't remember the last time I just sat and did absolutely nothing. My mind is always preoccupied with something, and I'm always moving on to the next-next-next thing.

Right now, though, I have my pumpkin spice latte and my golden yellow coat. It's autumn, and that means that the landscape will have some colour injected into it. I can't wait until I'm home surrounded by the foliage again. And my cat.

In the meantime, here is a song with which I will forever be in love. The band is BRAIDS and I will be seeing them live soon. Yet again.

Listening to this, I feel like I could last forever.

BRAIDS - Lammicken from Mark Webber on Vimeo.