4.28.2003
-Suspended reality-
It's easy to manipulate a weak, impressionable mind such as mine... I tried imagining the poster of Boy George hanging on the wall talking to me (Le fableux destin d'Amelie Poulain) at one point. In Hong Kong park I wondered why I couldn't join the butterflies as they flew across the hedges (Crouching tiger, hidden dragon) and figured there must be some Triad members around me (Infernal Affairs). While having coffee in Kosmo cafe I reckoned I could've done some serious damage to property while driving a limousine, if I'd had a driving licence, in the days I got roaring drunk every weekend (28 Days). I caught myself staring down the side of the Bank of China tower idly thinking about walking across its smooth glass surface to the tarmac below (The Matrix), regardless of the effects of gravity. This is when I realised perhaps I should stop watching all the DVDs in the flat.
I decided I should start reading more again - I'd bought a stack of books in London and hadn't got around to finishing them. But I ended up telling people about the origins of Tabasco sauce and how 'Captain' Birdseye started the frozen foods industry ('Salt' by Mark Kurlansky). So perhaps that was not what I needed, either.
But apparently if I do yoga, I'll be opening my mind, challenging my body and awakening my spirit. I don't recall whether I felt that way when I was doing yoga last - but then, half the time I was battling massive hangovers (the classes tended to be on Saturday mornings). Maybe this time I'll feel more spiritual. Perhaps it will help me end this feeling of suspended reality I am experiencing through the pain it will (no doubt) induce in my thighs.