the cage still closed; pretend anyway that the
cage is not there; never forget the freedom once known, never forget the
feeling of the unrestrained life, no matter how bitter its taste in the
muzzled mouth; never forget, because one day…
one day the door will open; one day the cage will disintegrate and
all the playful pouncing, all the pretended chases will come to an end,
their lessons taught; all the bitterness of being caged and walled in
will fade away in a leap and a pounce and a dash for real freedom that
will finally be within reach.
The first day of Nätrot12.
I got a bag with some magazines and a travel coffee mug. And some
comic from some people who don't like the monarchy if I recall
correctly. I also received a book just because I don't have Facebook (whooo!) and a book about the people who held the conference. There
are a lot of people here; most seems to be from the social
democrats or the left or the worker's union. The food is not that
good. Actually, I don't like the food at all.
The talks are interesting;
much better than the food.
I was on a talk today that
was almost pure linguist porn. It was about the importance and role
of words in political debates and dialogues. About how words
influence our thoughts and feelings and make us choose different
patterns. It was really interesting. I also bought two books for some
reason; one of them is about how a lot of religions are used as a
justification to beat up women. Not sure if I would recommend it or
not yet. We'll see.
The pretty cat is here.
He's not at all annoying company, and actually a rather pleasant one.
Stayed home again and
officially gave up on my script. I feel a bit sad, but there was
nothing I could have done. The month has been life happening to me
over and over and throwing thing after thing at me. I could not do
it. I might try to finish one of the scripts eventually, though,
because it is a rather good one. Another script I wrote on has been
to a lot of help figuring some things out about myself.
Still, I wrote about forty
pages. How many page of script do most people write in a month?
Today I bought some socks
and stuff that I needed, failed to get mice for my snake, talked to
my psychologist about fundamentalist, religious people and
narrow-minded atheists, ate yakiniku at a new place and bought new,
red nail polish.
The cat went home and I
miss him a bit. But it's my New Year and I lit a fire and I burned
things and I have a lot fewer regrets now. I will rest for a while now. I have deserved it. Perhaps I'll miss him more in a few days
when things (and I) have calmed down.