Like Jack, I ran quickly from my dreams
Eager to discover what it all means
In the moment, exploring the themes
Is anything at all what it seems?
– Put it down on paper
– To review this endless caper
I found a box and put time inside
Was it living or was it writing?
It’s only myself that I’m fighting
A jazz dance in the underlighting
Each pair of eyes met, newly smitten
Fresh fruit waiting to be bitten
Another story begging to be written
– Late nights spent on the town
– Running home to get it down
I found a box and put time inside
And when I meet my future me
I’ll open the box to look and see
Words pressed, sentimental free
Whether tragedy or victory
– Presented here from me to you
– A diary of everything I do
I found a box and put time inside
Submitted to No Theme Thursday and dVerse Meeting The Bar (bop poem)
Inspired by the movie The Subterreans, based on the Jack Kerouac novel of the same name, where one of Jack’s girlfriends criticises him for always running off to go and write about the events of the night whilst he could have stayed and enjoyed more adventures. For some reason, this interaction always stuck with me.
Either way, WordPress provides a box of time for our future selves.
Today I’m feeling:
Anxious this morning. I woke up well before my alarm thinking about going to Bangkok and preparing for school next week.
Starting to relax a bit as I wait for the plane as I leave control to others for an hour or so until landing again.
Today I’m grateful for:
The crazy mixed-up rail options in Bangkok for helping learn more about getting around and gauging travel times. It’s also helped me achieve 10,000 steps easily.
The best thing about today was:
Meeting old friends and new ones at the show tonight. First Nampan and Pam from SpeechOdd.
Then Team, who is a young uni student that contacted me last week trying to make connections to put together a screamo band. Later, another young guy called Poom bought some screamo from me so I introduced them to each other.
Of course, I met Arwith and his bandmates in Piri Ries.
I met Sano-san from Low Fat again and exchanged CDs.
I briefly talked with Fern who is the owner of the venue.
Nampan introduced me to the High Voltage folks.
I also met one of the guys from ADxHD (Korea) who also plays in Struggle Session (China).
Another guy came up to me and asked if I was Shaun and if I remembered him? It was Sasha from Russia! I met him about nine years ago in Kuala Lumpur when we were both staying with Kimi!
It is a little sad to think how small our world is because it feels like there are so few of us interested in this music. But it is amazing to bump into random connections anywhere in the world.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
Just my sweat. Thankfully I bought an extra pair of clothes as I was expecting this.
Something I learned today?
Coming from Don Muang, don’t get off the train at Chatuchak for Chatuchak market! Even the nearest station at Bang Sue is a fair walk.
Review your acts, and then for vile deeds chide yourself, for good be glad. — Discourses 3.10
I left some stock free of charge at Heaven and Hell. Poowanat gifted me a CD in return.
I sold some merch at a discounted price at the show and also gifted the venue the Trumans Water and Flesh Narc CDs.
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