2003-04-19 - 3:33 p.m.
There is the gential humming of the electronic bees working away. I wonder what they do, what creates such a noise; it seems to take their content attention, because it never stops, just keeps the same note in hum. I switch on my internet radio to drown out the sound, but it just overlaps on to it, so the bees work reaches me through the songs. Finally I’m forced to reach over to the offending computer and switch it off, it disturbs me so.
Then I am at peace, for a little while. Till the sky turns grey outside the window which lets light shine into this prison cell, dragging my eyes away from my work to look at the world outside. The clouds have turned darker since I walked in this afternoon, water seems to be hanging from them, as if my head is under the bathwater looking up at the ceiling, a clear sheet of water mirroring back to me. But the window’s view does not hold my attention for long, its just a red brink wall topped by a little bit of sky, and its only when I’m really bored that I become mesmerised by the red and black bricks, thinking of them as my body, each brink a cell.
Its more likely that I become lost in writing this, words with no function, other than to amuse my brain when I should be working hard at university work.
