8.30 in the evening.
I'm alone in the room, my mind filled with thoughts of things, people, matters, duties, society, music, and poetry. Any minute now, these same thoughts would be replaced, or well, overshadowed by new, more dominant thoughts.
Like sand art.
There'd be newer images, newer perspectives, newer philosophies. Always.
It seems like the more time and effort we spend pondering about things, the more we somehow understand the world around us.
And I revel in the beautiful expanse of the human mind. How intricately it could weave ideas and make you go insane sometimes--just thinking. And how it could make the sheer clarity of things seem so liberating yet so frightful at the same time.
Oh well, the point of this blog is that A Clockwork Orange still blows my mind.