An ode to a stranger

It has been some time since i have been here, hasn't it? Missed me?

I am back home after 23 hours of plane ride and my apartment seems so tiny. And empty. Devoid of sounds and people, ah, how stale! Well, school starts on monday and i won't have much time to brood. Saved by the bell i will! Ahem, the commencing one.

On the plus side of the terrible ride was that i made a friend. On the plane. So the last 13 hours were quite enjoyable. A nice gentleman let us switch seats with him so we could discuss everything from Maupassant to Marijuana, interlaced with Gödel, Panpsychism, Camus and The Big Lebowski. Lol. I am impressed, really! Who knew that an engineering student at the top school of the country was capable of such depth and yearning to learn? Kudos, my dear. Between our discussion of Gödel's refutation to Einstein's (mis)use of time as coordinate, and C. G. Jung's collective unconscious theory and its impact on Freud's, he enlightened me about the exact effects of the psychedelic drugs on our minds! Contradictions are oh so sexy, don't you think? Doesn't hurt that he is an even bigger fan of The Dude! I mean the man owns a copy!

So we made a deal to watch The Big Lebowski, um, sans the personal conscious, lol. Should be interesting. And, yeah, in return he asked me to explain Gödel's Incompleteness Theorem to him, that is when i get a handle on it (Well, this leo had been lazy and didn't go to the library as she thought at the time!)

Then i slept and he let me sprawl over the empty seat between us while he stayed up the whole time. I think i kinda liked that. And then he fell asleep right before the plane was about to land. I couldn't help but watch him sleep, just for a moment. He had such delicate features of perfect proportions. As if the creator put down his chisel on a momentary whim, and picked up a brush to paint instead.

Yes, we have a kinship. We are alike. Eh, i dunno what it means. I don't want to think about it.

Something interesting he said. Words can be dressed, feelings never are.

Earlier, when i was about to fall asleep i found him looking at me, hand on cheek, just staring.

I: What's on your mind?

He: If i tell you, i will be really embarrassed.

I: Then make something up!

He: Ah, no. I will just tell you something else instead.

I can't tell you what he said. Even though he dressed his feelings up in words.