Orange

I bought an Aesop cream yesterday because my poor Jurlique one was dying.
It smells like orange sherbet I used to eat as a child.

Movement

"The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present, and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamodorians can look at all the different moments just the way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in a bad condition in that particular moment, but that the same person if just fine in plenty of other moments."

Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut


Just a passage from this novel that I thought was really beautiful. Even if the novel was a complete mind-bender for me I thought it was pretty good.
I've been rearranging my room into a proper bedroom, moving in bookshelves and a study table in and out. I still haven't finished and haven't completely decided how I want my room to look like, but progress is being made, even if it has been pretty darn slow.

I found my childhood toys in my drawers, like those wooden snakes you hold and it moves and tried to scare my parents with it. Also found a whole bag of snoopy toys that I used to obsess over. Its funny when you find old things and all those memories come flooding back. You can be instantly transported back and it feels as though time has barely passed at all. But then you turn around and you notice that, what the, I have a bookshelf in my room, even though that wooden snake is right next to me. Its like living in two different moments of time, at the same time.