Someone Else's Metro
Don't you love it when you see someone on the public transport trying to read someone else's newspaper on the sly? I do. It makes me laugh. All those manners... No-one wants to get caught doing it, as if it was the ultimate crime.
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It's way past midnight. The window is open. Apparently there is another one somewhere in the house, because the curtain flies frantically. And the room is a bit chilly. I was sleeping actually. I woke up, partly because of the cold and partly because the annoying sound that the curtain makes every now and then. Each time I hear it, I decide, 'alright, the next time I hear it I'll get up and close the window', and start waiting for it. But then I don't hear it. The sound stops. Just when I relieve myself of this stupid sound-hunting quest, and say to myself, 'nevermind, I'll just go to sleep', I hear the infernal sound again. And the whole process repeats.
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Why do we use the verb 'to go' for sleep? Is sleep some kind of a place that we go? Maybe our souls leave our bodies during the sleep and come back when we wake up. They go to a place where everything is possible, but also weird and scary sometimes... I always tell my soul, "Don't wander off too far!" It doesn't listen to me and ends up in all kinds of nightmares and scares the **** out of me. But it's not always like this, once in a blue moon, it finds its way into unbelievably beautiful dreams. But obediently comes back from them every single time and I wonder, 'Why!? Why not stay?'
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"It can't be found by searching; but the ones who find are the ones who search."
I'm not sure who said this. It's a very famous quote and I tried to translate it. I just wanted to have it on my blog.
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It's way past midnight. The window is open. Apparently there is another one somewhere in the house, because the curtain flies frantically. And the room is a bit chilly. I was sleeping actually. I woke up, partly because of the cold and partly because the annoying sound that the curtain makes every now and then. Each time I hear it, I decide, 'alright, the next time I hear it I'll get up and close the window', and start waiting for it. But then I don't hear it. The sound stops. Just when I relieve myself of this stupid sound-hunting quest, and say to myself, 'nevermind, I'll just go to sleep', I hear the infernal sound again. And the whole process repeats.
...
Why do we use the verb 'to go' for sleep? Is sleep some kind of a place that we go? Maybe our souls leave our bodies during the sleep and come back when we wake up. They go to a place where everything is possible, but also weird and scary sometimes... I always tell my soul, "Don't wander off too far!" It doesn't listen to me and ends up in all kinds of nightmares and scares the **** out of me. But it's not always like this, once in a blue moon, it finds its way into unbelievably beautiful dreams. But obediently comes back from them every single time and I wonder, 'Why!? Why not stay?'
...
"It can't be found by searching; but the ones who find are the ones who search."
I'm not sure who said this. It's a very famous quote and I tried to translate it. I just wanted to have it on my blog.
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