You may or may not have noticed that I changed the blog layout. This is because I thought the previous one seemed trite after two months. The current design looks poorer but I'm irreverently thankful for its minimalistic feel. I had to transcribe a piece for someone and needed something fast, although I had been wondering about moving over to Wordpress in any case. This isn’t what I’d choose if I had time and money, but I’m reasonably content.
I’ll get back to regular blogging once I’ve settled stuff here and there, but since I have a broken mind it seems fitting to give a passing nod to the impact of something I thought I'd never see, from someone I thought I couldn't care. I’m referring to yk's newest post.
I don’t have much to say about the something itself, partly because it’s been well-covered by him already and partly because I recognized from a young age that dreams are ethereal - although if you collect every screen-shot of it that you’ve seen, printed them all out in sequence and stapled one edge to make a flick book, you would, I think, have an accurate, if low-quality, reconstruction.
It’s pleasing to note that the something is brought about not by a wish on yk’s part, but by retrospective yearning, as though itself is a more cynically self-aware member of an extended family. Are aspirations a staple of solipsisms, or are they some things that a normal schoolboy might wish for? One wonders what else yk’s sighing can do - if, he is, he was responsible in the first place. Not knowing any details, I can’t help imagining that it might actually be an idiotic rambling chock-full of melancholies to bring about hackneyed 'reflections'. I’m sure it’s much more mundane, but that’s an amusing thought, and as I go through the rigmarole of deconstructing his thought processes, I have to savor whatever amusement I can get.