my newly found well

i call this 'blog spot' the well. the well is a regular feature of murakami's novels and i figured the line blog-spot-well read quite funky, like the song of some old 1980s rock music band. so what is a well? good question, in each of murakami's novels it has a different role, and i choose to use it following the wind-up bird template. a well is a place you go to to sort out your problems. what is more, entering the well implies you accept to enter a different reality, a reality of dreams perhaps, but still very real and promising of a solution. murakami's novels are like david lynch's movies, exploiting the same kind of mysterious playfulness. anyway, i like to think of this blog as such a well. the virtual reality of it forms a charming parallel.

the only trouble is, going to the well presupposes that you're in search of a solution to a specific problem. you know what you're looking for and it's really just a matter of time before you find it. i don't have anything close to a specific problem or question. or better, i just might have too many. and i hate keeping diaries.

so what am i looking for in this blog spot? at the moment i can think of at least one reason, to invest in friendships which are otherwise difficult to maintain. and it gives me the opportunity to write down my conversations with myself.

for more than two years i did an awful lot of commuting to my university, some three hours a day, at least three days a week. everytime i walked home from the train station i let my thoughts lose and talk to myself about different events of the day. i can go on and on complaining about a mismatched skirt and t-shirt to an imaginary stylist, continue conversations with my colleagues, and very often scheme imaginary fights with almost anybody to let go of silent aggressions. the fights and the fashion concerns i like the best.

starting with today. i walked from the train station and thought over and over about my first contribution to the blogger, a very well-intended theme for a change. i was very pleased to come up with the name (the well) and immersed myself in a monologue of wells, problems and virtual friendships. i guess none of what i'd written is as well formulated as when i imagined it while walking. i suppose it usually goes like that with finding the right words. it certainly goes like that with my imaginary fights. angry alone is far more creative than angry face-to-face.

nevermind, so far so good. best regards to my sister and thanks for introducing me to the blog phenomenon! :-)