the line begins to blur - nine inch nails
I started another three holes today, because i felt the ones i've been doing haven't really been getting me anywhere. This is not to say that i'll stop digging them but i think that the more i spread myself around the field the more the world of the field will open up to me. Actually, you know, i'm not entirely sure what that sentence means but it kind of slipped out of me so maybe it's important.
The ghost girl and i talked for a little while last night, which is to say that i talked to her about holidays i had been on and people i had met and i even tried to play some guitar for her which she seemed polite enough to at least pretend to enjoy, which is better than nothing, i think. Anyway, she seemed a bit distant last night, and i had some trouble getting her attention. It was like maybe on her plane of existence something was happening that she could see but i couldn't.
Instead of getting straight into the digging today i went for a walk past the big field and i found a few ramshackle cottages that had indeed seen better days and i went and had a look in them. There wasn't really anything of any importance in there, but i did find an old book that was falling to pieces and inside it were some fading drawings that a child must have done a really long time ago. Somehow i felt like i recognised some of the pictures so i took the book outside but the wind was so strong it simply ripped the pages of the book straight out of it and took them further and further away until i couldn't see them. That was a bit of a pity.
Digging today felt better than the other days, even if i haven't found anything yet. A few of the holes are actually as deep as i am, which i must say i am a little proud of because i have never dug a hole that deep before. I stood up and surveyed my work today and was a little sad that the beauty of the field had been a little ruined by my digging, and i thought it was a pity that i would be ruining it a little more when i started up more holes, but at the same time i knew it had to happen because it isn't like i can just stop digging, is it?
I was thinking today that i was supposed to be doing something instead of digging, but as hard as i tried i couldn't remember what it was. I'm sure once i finish digging i'll remember though. It is probably not all that surprising that i have forgotten. Digging is tough work, you know?
Blake out.
The ghost girl and i talked for a little while last night, which is to say that i talked to her about holidays i had been on and people i had met and i even tried to play some guitar for her which she seemed polite enough to at least pretend to enjoy, which is better than nothing, i think. Anyway, she seemed a bit distant last night, and i had some trouble getting her attention. It was like maybe on her plane of existence something was happening that she could see but i couldn't.
Instead of getting straight into the digging today i went for a walk past the big field and i found a few ramshackle cottages that had indeed seen better days and i went and had a look in them. There wasn't really anything of any importance in there, but i did find an old book that was falling to pieces and inside it were some fading drawings that a child must have done a really long time ago. Somehow i felt like i recognised some of the pictures so i took the book outside but the wind was so strong it simply ripped the pages of the book straight out of it and took them further and further away until i couldn't see them. That was a bit of a pity.
Digging today felt better than the other days, even if i haven't found anything yet. A few of the holes are actually as deep as i am, which i must say i am a little proud of because i have never dug a hole that deep before. I stood up and surveyed my work today and was a little sad that the beauty of the field had been a little ruined by my digging, and i thought it was a pity that i would be ruining it a little more when i started up more holes, but at the same time i knew it had to happen because it isn't like i can just stop digging, is it?
I was thinking today that i was supposed to be doing something instead of digging, but as hard as i tried i couldn't remember what it was. I'm sure once i finish digging i'll remember though. It is probably not all that surprising that i have forgotten. Digging is tough work, you know?
Blake out.
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