Where does time go?
What do I do with time? Why isn’t time urging me not to be defeated by drowsiness and weave it into something productive? Is somnolence the enemy of time? Is it novelty?
Novelty is a fickle flower, withering at once into oblivion. It’s not even that beautiful shade of purple that you can’t catch with a camera. Do you remember the last interesting thing you clicked on and gave all your attention to for a few minutes? Neither do I.
Isn’t that alarming?
もしポストを日本語で書くならどうなるの？
日本語を勉強することを新年の抱負にしたから、ブログで練習しよう！
しかも大きい先頭文字はかわいいし。
There is a song by Sia called “Insidiously.” Interesting word, “insidious.” I had never come across it until I heard the song for the first time. Here are the best meanings I found:
- working in a subtle or apparently innocuous way, but nevertheless deadly
- harmful but enticing
Reading the word, you can feel it trickling down like sweet venom into a soon-to-be-numb tongue, or like drops of water drilling a prisoner’s head.
Insidious people are the most dangerous of them all: as you lie bleeding from the wounds they have inflicted on you, you’re still thinking there must be a path to redemption for them. They talk to you as though pointing the way to what’s best for you, and with these very words they slowly destroy you from within. Resist the urge to forgive! It’s a trap!