From a respite

It’s sixteen minutes to 4am, yet still can’t sleep. I thought of posting something here. Perhaps, it would bring me to some kind of a dreamland afterwhich. I had a good watch of classic  (should I call them that way?) movies recently. I was able to see Titanic a while ago, for the first time (,and was 12 years behind fad.lol). I’ve watched The Shawshank Redemption, and once again believed in hope. Also in the list were Field of Dreams, Glory, and Pursuit of Happyness (certainly, not a classic though). It’s funny how I was about to weep on parts which shouldn’t be- I guess it goes to show how relatively things are and have been..

At the moment, still my mind is in rage of thoughts, thoughts waiting to be published through some digital pressure and a little time,(made me wonder if Robert Boyle and his law could help me out sometimes, perhaps.) It is raining outside, and I took a glimpse.

A lamp post was trying to light up the surrounding when a tree blocked, casting a shadow, a seemingly pixelated, and spotted one. I saw water droplets falling off from an undetermined distance, felt some gasps of air as I was gasping too in awe. LIGHT, SHELTER, WATER, AND AIR, and I took some time for a stare. I came to think that these are the only stuffs man needs (to survive). I continued staring and saw from a not so afar a pair of ants in a background of amber and greens and dews. There, I saw a movielike picture of the fifth thing a man needs.

The fifth thing? Well, nothing in specific, I guess. Perhaps, it is the composite of abstracts he thinks he needs. Very relative, abstract as vagues, and vague as abstracts—like the classic movies.

~ by jantri on April 4, 2009.