I've been asleep for at least five days now... and upon awakening, I can't be sure whether or not I've ever noticed this quality of the sky before.
I haven't in this lifetime, at least. It's rather quiet outside, from what I can tell. Nono. I've opened a window, and it turns out that the entire area is floating in the middle of the sea, untied from any stable structure. Floating is much too calm of a term, though. The area only appears to be floating because of its relatively large scale. I would think the entire area was completely petrified, if it weren't for such violent winds.
Well, I think I'll go for a walk now.

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For whatever reason, I've become much more concerned over the perceptions of others. As a result, I've really created nothing but a jumble of fragmented pieces over the past few years. However long it has been.
I suppose I'd forgotten that my perception of time and my understanding of memory are entirely reliant on creating things. Honest things... for myself. Otherwise, I am forgetful, or find myself able only to remember insignificant details. Somehow, I've gotten into the habit of hiding information from myself, to the point of a constant confusion.

For this reason, I honestly wish that I was fourteen years old once more. Upon waking from my comatose state, I was fourteen again. In fragments, I saw orange lights, white lights, green lights, feelings of love, conversations, trains passing, yellow lights, stairways, night breezes, foreign lands, and darknesses which did not limit vision, but rather expanded the possibility of even larger spaces. The visions came quickly and vividly, with such vibrant emotion.


I don't believe I can return to that, but I am glad that I've remembered it.

The five happiest seconds of my life... and nothing of particular significance happened within them.
It was a five second video clip never taken, and yet I remember it for it existed between other moments, sounds, lights, and colors.
There was a long wide road, and white lights here and there. Yet the darkness made them distant.
As I walked for those five seconds, my mind was running through my surroundings, and ultimately paying attention to the sky. It wasn't simply an attention to the sky, though. It was an attention to the train that had parted from me earlier, illuminated by white and green lights in its isolated station. It was an attention to the people around me, who seemed some shade of mauve or red in the darkness of the night. It was also an attention to the red lights which illuminated the wide streets ahead, and all the air was silent, yet filled with sound and colour from all of these moments.
"Attention to the present" was never intended to suggest 'attention to one instant', but rather, 'Attention to one moment' - 'Attention to one moment, and all the moments within it'.

Behind me lies a gigantic mound, comprised of small, jagged fragments. Some of these fragments have been dissolved to dust already, which makes it difficult to inhale at times. I doubt that its healthy to bury my face in a pile such as this. I suppose I'll begin picking up a few pieces each day, and eventually sweep away the dust that remains.