Kamna's Blog

I'd like a good night's sound sleep More than a night spent cruising the streets I'd like a long face to face conversation More than a short instant messaging chat session I'd like a lovely summer spend swimming in the sea More than a dull winter holed up in bed in front of the PC I'd like strong drink: some gin or maybe some wine? Why not passively lounge with no attention to time? Life has its own mind - it's neither yesterday nor tomorrow So I've decided to live in today - without any sorrow So find me a quaint cottage made for six Housing a quarreling old couple a dog can fix

The finality of death is in such stark contrast to the predictability of birth. Being a psychopath is better than having a psycho in your path S ipping from a juice box titled "Compliance" may give you the courage to step on stage But what if you fell in love with love? And when you fell in love it was to the sound of music that felt like love What if you understood both the value of meaning and the meaning of value? And what if you understood that love was meaning? Then living with meaning would mean living for love When are you really strong - w hen you're strong enough to show weakness? Or are you really strong when you show strength despite being weak? Meaning can be found in another things though Because love's not nearly enough for most people Love has a shelf life Love needs preservatives My heart is still mine And if I choose hope It's my choice You don't get to dictate how much and for how long I should care...

I can't believe my last post was 3 years ago. Anyway, here goes: If you don't build a dream, someone else will help you build theirs. The mind is not in the body. The body is in the mind. The extent of the love of women is not known, even to those who are the objects of their affection, on account of its subtlety, and on account of the avarice, and natural intelligence of womankind. Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood. A coward is more afraid of being discovered than he is of anything else, even dying. You have to learn to drive your own car before you call shotgun on someone else's You need to know that no one else's opinion can invalidate your own Once you cultivate the habit of being with yourself no body else's company will come close

I wrote this post as an answer to a very dear friend's request a couple of years ago. Nice to have a log of these kind of things. 1. Pugs/Dogs 2. Pirogi 3. Jigsaw puzzle 4. Oranges 5. Sleep 6. Knitting 7. Long walks 8. Singing 9. Listening to music 10. Dreams 11. Period dramas 12. Travelling - train, bus and plane 13. Chocolate 14. Tea 15. Love 16. Roller coasters 17. Long drives 18. Having a quiet conversation when it is quiet 19. Animated movies and cartoons 20. Playing with babies and infants 21. Taking photos 22. Painting my nails 23. Wearing eyeliner 24. Oiling my hair and tying two plaits 25. Looking through old things I have saved for memory safekeeping 26. Dancing with abandon 27. That energetic healthy feeling after working out at the gym 28. When my hair is played with 29. Way 'he' smiles at me 30. When I shower after sweating a lot in the heat and sun 31. New shampoo/soap/conditioner 32. Lip balms...

"Let me tell you a story." Everyday I would ask, "tell me something scary, I want to hear something that will freak me out. I want to get really messed up in the head. Tell me something scary." And everyday she would come and say, "let me tell you a story." And everyday it was the same story. And everyday I used to wonder, "there's nothing scary about this story. Why does she keep saying it the same way in the same delivery and tone and with the same pregnant pauses." Fear belongs to the unknown. It cannot be anticipated. It can't be measured. It can't be bound by a limited imagination. Fear knows how to take and take it does, very well. A morbid interest in dark unknowables Anxiety to keep the sheets warm but your feet cold Fear that's anticipated but always fucking underestimated Nightmares that put Alice to shame You would think it's the perfect recipe for insanity She will tell you all y...

Vacant with a few rooms to rent Or a buzzing hive Or calm like the ocean with volcanoes on the floor Such elusiveness Much appeal No? Please don't mind me while I mine my mind Bad kidneys make you disturbingly obese when you're approaching senility (in other words, oldage) I walked out this morning and passed a hawker by my gate Hawking is great skill Had me imagine a sweet father-son relationship Regular training sessions Where a little boy of four gazed in wonder and admiration As his father taught him the art of hawking The twang the throat had to create To create an echoing reverberation Throughout the entire society Thoroughly​ throughout four buildings How lovely it would have been: the days where he would hold his father's little finger while they walked through the city's suburban lanes Selling and buying rejected old books And old paper He learned how to read from given up old school books How to write basic English words by taking a penci...

There is a lot to be said about not knowing Would we know everything we know today With the confidence with which we know it If we started out with the premise of imagining all that was unknown to be inherently unknowable? And if we were pessimistic fools Rather than arrogant buffoons How real could this confidence possibly be? Till the day one lives in a bodysuit under serenely blue earthlight, if that day were to ever come, all that is unknowable is likely to stay that way What's going to happen to all the orbital debris? Look at the mess we've made in such a huge space Who's going to want to visit when the front lawn is filthy? My friend Toby, being honest told me one day, that one day the water will go bland But Toby was misinformed Because water was always bland He took to the bottle and the bottle took his life My last text to him was a typo I said "Sea you" What an unintended curse Sometimes the mind is so quiet All you can feel is someth...