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From my observatory 20171231…

The shadows have come and gone and new things have gotten old and now, once again, there is celebration and contemplation and deliberations of unnecessary things, and as humankind still perpetually searches for the new or bright elements of this existence another ordinary day ends…   © mvclarke, 31 December 2017 – 1722hrs Advertisements

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From my observatory 20171230…

Time in varied colour like black and white with thoughts and un-thoughts of beginning and ending of starting then restarting creating new panoramas…   © mvclarke, 30 December 2017 – 2051hrs  

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From my observatory 20171229…

The light is soft the day is grey and everything around seems fragile with a semi-stillness and very little sound with water everywhere and a dimness and gloom and everything is soft and grey and thoughts are fragile and the days are ending…   © mvclarke, 29 December 2017

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From my observatory 20171228…

Mind parting in many ways thoughts divided, pointing to many directions erratic multiplication of brain cells purposeless, directionless. I’m looking back at today, facing these moments with nothing new in my mind, (hence the mental division). I’m considering the coming days, contemplating the future of this wearied body of this muddled mind, extracting dim lights […]

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From my observatory 20171227…

A return to the realms of repetition / as time has gotten old, and there’s nothing left to celebrate here / the hubbub of normalcy has been reignited / and there’s neither music nor magic here…   © mvclarke, 27 December 2017 – 1828hrs  

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From my observatory 20171226…

I’m searching for a sound from humanity, a word or whisper that could shatter the after-effects of the rituals and revelries. I’m searching for movement and a new motion that removes these mental monotonies, that takes me away from the sameness of this system, placing me in a new sanctuary, a place where my individuality […]

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From my observatory 20171225…

Some sort of silence and stillness, a soft something that doesn’t exist everyday. Something that moves mind into the imaginary, into a realm that doesn’t create anything unwanted or diverting or deviant. Nothing harbouring sounds that unsettle or un-soothe. It’s a sort of silence that places the soul in a significant place, a place where […]

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From my observatory 20171224…

It’s a different sound, like a silent confusion, and a mentally overwhelming atmosphere that disregards anything alternative, totally diverting from the unique and individualistic…   © mvclarke, 24 December 2017

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From my observatory 20171223…

There were bright lights and songs that mentally moved anyone to a different paradise / something solemn, and a silence that removed the self to another realm where nothing adverse could prevail…   © mvclarke, 23 December 2017

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From my observatory 20171222…

I could escape these regularities even in the midst of this public space. I could crawl out of this reality then hide in some dark region in my mind, a place unknown to those who know me, a place unseen by everyone else. I could escape these realities and hide myself in my secret place, […]

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From my observatory 20171221…

I think I could conquer everything in moments convenient to me, in a time suitable to this character I delight in. I think I could indulge self in periods of procrastination and time shrouded in nonchalance – when in my own imaginary universe, I could accomplish, anything…   © mvclarke, 21 December 2017

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From my observatory 20171220…

Removing self from this sanctum, these normalities that steal my thoughts and dreams. Removing self from this encompassing environment, these mundanities void of ideas this atmosphere lacking any creativity. Removing self from a series of situations that I shouldn’t have to endure, to another concoction of usual things…   © mvclarke, 20 December 2017

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From my observatory 20171219…

And time elapsed it dwindled and dwindled then drifted to a time out of time, to some other moment when I yearn to be guilty of self interest when harsh reality captures me. But self endures the time and the elements of this existence…   © mvclarke, 19 December 2017

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From my observatory 20171218…

just thirty minutes of quiet, after seeing different light and considering elements of a future, thirty minutes to enter new thought, in a sort of silence that transcends every element of the usualness of outdoors…   © mvclarke, 18 December 2017

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From my observatory 20171217…

of Sunday sights and sounds and various things that don’t require explanations, things that encompass only commonplace philosophies and thoughts or dreams, ‘I-wishes’ or ‘I-don’t-knows’; of Sunday, when I could wish for a different environment, long for a new sound or something varied or something deviant, some item beyond the usual philosophy that could replace […]

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From my observatory 20171216…

Shift from a normal to maybe a super-normal, in a ordinary climate, trying to conjure new prose with the time and the things around me. But the people have no meanings, and this place is too usual for me. But then there is movement, and there is sound, and the climate is fluctuating, and maybe […]

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From my observatory 20171215…

I’m writing on a new page in a book without a title, I can’t find a title, I don’t know what to call these things or this event, the time has passed with nothing uncommon. I have no subject, no verb, no predicate, nothing describing actions nothing relating thoughts no dreams. My mind is standing […]

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From my observatory 20171214…

The sounds of nothing-new haunts me, the normalness and the usual, unpainted concrete and tires on asphalt. Like sounds and voices synonymous with a season that doesn’t inspire me or motivate me to refine any element of my thinking or my attitude. It’s haunting me, and the atmosphere needs to change, the noise needs to […]

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