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Stil in Berlin: Interview: Chinawoman

A Mid-Summer Night's Virus

There's nothing like being stuck-in sick, on a hot August day. Apparently a series of viruses have been taunting the isles and it seems as though it's my turn to get hit. On a plus side, last night my fever permitted me to sleep under the comfort of a thick, heavy quilt, despite the heat of 40 degree weather.

Speaking of quilts and cold, I feel it adequate to mention that I shall be moving to Belgium for the rest of the summer. I find myself rather excited about this as, despite it only being for a short amount of time, the experience will still offer some sort of independence from my day-to-day routine, as well as a break from all the unbearable heat on this god-forsaken island- And it will certainly cough up some new encounters.

Back to the main reason of this fairly useless post. The following sum up the activities, or lack there-of, carried out on a day like this.

BREAKFAST;

After spending the first half of the morning trying to make up for all the sleep i failed to get last night, I finally rolled out bed and reviewed some interesting articles found on the latest issue of British Vogue, alongside a hot espresso. Sick or not, coffee remains a bare necessity.

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LUNCH;

Viruses are known for their ability to suppress the appetite, so the only thing I consumed for lunch was an interesting film directed by David Cronenberg, called A Dangerous Method. While I found Keira Knightley's acting stirring, to say the least, her accent failed to impress. None of the accents did, actually. A good watch, nonetheless, which touches lightly upon various psychological and socio-analytical aspects.

Knightley and Fassbender - Doctor and Patient

TEA;

Resorted back to my sleeping quarters after making a spot of tea so as to continue planning my upcoming travels.

Finally pecked at a small piece of chocolate cake.

List of clothes and shoes on a brown paper bag, ticket sitting next to it.

DINNER;

The remaining part of the eve is to be spent sketching and finishing off this post which, thanks to some astounding procrastination skills, I have now been typing out for the past hour and a half- if not longer.

Self-explanatory.

Well, that pretty much sums everything up. The time having come for my next dose of analgesics, I'll wind down to the next film on today's list; Patagonia (Evans - 2010).

I leave you with a picture of the sun as it sets behind my window,

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Dim-Light Melatonin Onset

You lay unconscious in your bed, eyes shut.

You await that moment when sleep consumes you;
That endearing instant when melatonin is released into your bloodstream,
Lulling you submissively into the subconscious.
As time fails to pass, but sits at a standstill in front of you, painting a portrait of your disdainful demeanor,
You come to the slow realisation of the fragility of the human mind.

Putrid thoughts infiltrate your shrinking mind,
Like soldiers folding out onto an empty battlefield.
Paranoia sets in as you are made aware of your solitude.


The darkness around you seems ever growing, ubiquitous even;
It whispers coldly into your ear, lustfully drawing you in;
Pushing you down with its overpowering hands.
As the mass of negativity traps you entirely, swinging forcefully over your head,
You pull your knees towards your chest-
Embracing yourself for the worst, in fetal position.


At this point it is as though your cranium has dissolved,
leaving your cerebral cortex bare, naked.
Images, questions and nulled theories are shot at you, like arrows from a bow;
They pierce through your stream of consciousness,
Liberating all that you had hidden away under layers of masking and paint.


By now your pupils have dilated fully,
As tunnels open to traffic, misdemeanor.
And your senses are exposed to the reality that the emptiness is ever present;
In your world,
In your environ,
In that core hollow, you seem to call 'soul'.

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Matter under mind
Mind over matter.

Matter, mutter, mother.

Mother always muttered
about the birds and the bees.

Knees.

The bees' knees-
Have they any?

Back to the subject of discussion.
The matter.

''What's the matter?''

A voice of familiar sound rang through her ears,
Quickly she glanced up at her mother
And muttered a few sullen words.

Tips on worsening your insomnia #4: Make a film.

After yet another long, dry silence from my end, here's another useless post about how to up your bouts of Chinese eyes, nail biting and cephalgic dauntings.

I would start this off with the generic 'What, you ask, could possibly make my lack of sleep any worse?!' however the answer lays right before your eyes in plain helvetica- right up there, in the title bar; Make a film. Not one out of personal choice, though. No, not one simply compiled by love and free time. I mean one that your summer relies upon. One that will be the determining factor between whether or not you get referrals, whether or not you get promoted to the next year of your course, whether or not another polar bear shall die. Excuse the embarrassing bursts of melodrama, it is, however, 3 am and I am nowhere near done.

Items in tonight's checklist:

-Write a covering letter, career plan and curriculum vitae for a beloved local tele presenter. Sarcasm? Never.

-Complete a production folder which, despite having a week's long extension, I still have not even bothered looking at.

-Edit a few scenes, fix the script mark-ups, log sheets and story boards. Thankfully, Premiere Pro CS6 works in a considerably smoother way than its predecessors, else I might have had to resort to smashing my brand new laptop. A plan which, if I may speak frankly - and I know I can do just that, I am not profoundly keen on.

Did I mention that I got a kitten?

Kitten comes complete with a good read and some interesting tunes.  Batteries not included. Terms and Conditions apply. Kindly ask bill payer's permission before indulging in strawberry fields and glass onions.

I leave you with this, and with this I leave you.

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Time takes but also passes.

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Everything comes to a silenced halt
As words of reconciliation are heard.
'Heard', a word similar to 'hurt' with certain pronunciation,
The reason one would come to reconcile.
'Forgive and forget'-
They used to say this in church on Sunday mornings
Along with 'Repent; Turn unto the light'.

Many people never see much light,
They walk with their heads held high,
Sunglasses covering their faces, and move on what they hear.

Hearsay,
Rumour,
Gossip.

One and the same -  A mistake from whichever angle you look at it.
Mistakes as they sprawl across papers in exams,
Or form in the uterus out boredom, enibriety.
Sober to drunk;
Cause and effect;
A basic scientific equation.
Nucleosynthesis,
The Big Bang.
Bang, bang.
'Hitting, shooting, war, hunting, all the arts of hurting'
But is the pain real?
What is emotion but a mere feeling?
Abstract.
Surreality.

La Haine.

Wrote this on the 12th April,
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