I really want to get some nautical based novels as well. Perhaps Moby Dick. Lately I've really fallen in love with the ocean. It itself holds a lot of mystery and adventure as well. Some much of it is left undiscovered, there could be so much there that humankind has failed to notice.
It really represents freedom, having a large pirate-esque boat and just wandering aimlessly out to sea, taking everything as it comes and exploring endless new horizons. If I could I'd merge that with my love of forests. A large boat that was like a floating forest. It would be a regular wooden boat but covered in growth and plants, the masts would be large trees and the sails would be made out of vines.
Sea monsters are amazing too. I'd love to encounter one and just witness it.
In adjacent to being over-indulgent in food I've also been over-indulgent in music consumption. These last few days I've downloaded so many albums. They've all been peaceful Dream Pop LPs/EPs, with swirly music and unintelligible lyrics delivered by soft and delicate voices. It's as if you recorded yourself feeling cosy. It's pretty depressing actually. This is the kind of music that's just perfect to just put on, lie down next to someone and just half-sleep/nap. I find something so romantic in that, two people discovering something beautiful together with their combined mindset trailing along to the music, following every new swirl and pattern. I know I could just save these albums in case a moment like that ever happened to me again (if it ever will), but it just wouldn't be the same. I'd know all the albums inside out by myself then and instead of discovering something, I'd just be lying there thinking "There is this song, now that song comes next, then the other one".
Before I went to shave and shower I put on a Slowdive album and turned it up as loud as it could go, all those little bars reached the top of their little path. As I closed the bathroom door I could hear all the music seeping in from the cracks under the door and between the door and the door frame. These lush echoing sounds seeping in and echoing through my small bathroom, circling over my head and getting caught under the skylight.
In that moment everything felt perfect. I didn't feel at all mended or okay but just at peace, I felt alive. It was like that one moment just completely reflected my fragile state of mind. I could see everything fit into place and see all my emotions in front of me, within arm's reach.
I could of cried in that moment. I should of cried in that moment.
It's made me think; if I ever came into a lot of money all I do was travel to the peaceful and green English countryside and buy a car. I'd buy all these albums on cd and just drive aimlessly listening to one after another. I'd have no direction or purpose, just traveling for the sake of traveling. I would just drive and drive until my body just gave way to absolute fatigue and I'd lose control of the wheel and plow into another car or tree and die instantly.
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