an imperfect world,
we chase after perfections,
of silver and neon lights,
of diamonds and lust,
of things made of dust.

joy lies not in perfections

Time

https://qz.com/970924/the-psychological-importance-of-wasting-time/

Protected time for yourself without the guilt.

I've already seen that wall.
Hiding our faces
Could we still see each other's griefs
Joys
And dreams ?

Atonement

Been listening to this song on repeat: was initially attracted by the scene from atonement and fell in love with the song. Loved the movie although it's an absolutely heart-breaking one. Can't rem if I read the book or watched the movie first but it's one of the rare instances where both movie and book are equally good. I think this music video is wonderfully edited as well; it blends perfectly with the song.
https://youtu.be/M8TdZfFprsE

Call of the wild - jack London

I've been seeing this title and author for sometime and decided to put it on the TR list. Finally got round to it and I enjoyed every single bit of the story of Buck. Born to a comfortable life, Buck was a typical pet dog, going on hunting trips with his young masters and being the king of the house. His life changed completely when in a twist of fate, he was betrayed by the gardener and was sold to the Harsh Northland. The story took place during the gold rush and Buck was sold to become a sled dog. My heart ached a bit when he was beaten to submission by the "trainer" with a club. Buck adapted quickly to the harsh condition of the bitter cold North with his wits, strength, and will. Buck was determined to take over Spitz as the top dog, which threatened spitz and resulted in many a fights. Buck with his intelligence and physical finesse finally won Spitz in a fight and emerged as top dog. The days blended into one another with the sled dogs traveling thousands of miles to transport mails and such. Days were good as the drivers were experienced and treated the dogs with care until one day, the dogs were sold to two inexperienced men (and a woman), who overloaded the sled, covered the miles too slowly, ran out of food, starved the dogs till one by one they died. Buck was only safe when the group landed in John Thornton's camp. Buck refused to leave the camp as he was exhausted and suffered from severe malnutrition, and Morton stepped in to stop the beating from his ignorant and cruel master.
Despite morton's warning not to travel across the precarious icy land in spring, the group ventured on and was swallowed alive into the vast, merciless landscape.

Buck adored the man who saved his life and seemed to be set for a happy-ever-after ending. All was good but Buck constantly saw and felt the past which belonged to his first ancestors. The wild called to him and he often responded to it by venturing alone into the forest for days. However his love for Morton always brought him back to the camp. Such happiness ended when the entire Morton camp was slaughtered by the natives. Buck was furious and similarly attacked and killed the natives, gaining him a reputation of ghost dog. Buck lived his life with wolves and acknowledged his ancestry as a majestic wolf dog and roamed the wild.
I love how jack London injected a touch of  humantiy into Buck and how wonderfully the emotions and thoughts of Buck were portrayed. I love the wit and strength of Buck and how his love for his master knew no boundaries. The story was heart-wrenching in a few places when Buck suffered from mistreatment from his owners and when Buck lost morton.
Fantastic piece of writing.

We are just going round in circles
Slowly spinning out of each other's universe.
Picking up the pieces,
Of all that had been shattered.
Do I rejoice, do I weep,
For a day wasted, for a day lived?
We said our goodbyes,
With eyes that were dry.
No tears to be shed,
For a day wasted, for a day lived.

The strange library - haruki murakami

started reading Toni morrison's beloved but after reading a few chapters, I got bored and confused. Thank god this is not the first Morrison book that I read otherwise I would have excluded it from my reading repertoire.
Went on to read the strange library... it's more of a children's book albeit a dark one than adult fiction- a little puzzled why it was shelved under adult fiction in the library.
It was quite an interesting 15-min read-that's how short the book is. The story revolved around a boy of 11 who went to his neighborhood's library asking for books on tax collection in the Ottoman Empire. What he received was a nightmare. The mysterious old librarian gave him three books and insisted that he went to the reading room to read those books, as those books were not meant to be checked out. Being an obliging boy who couldn't say no, he agreed to follow the old man to the reading room which was in a maze of sorts. Alas, he was tricked and was imprisoned by the old man. The condition for his release? Memorization of all the three books in a month's time.
Together with the old man's "slave", the sheep-man, they planned their escape, as the boy realized the horrific reason behind his imprisonment- his brain. The old man had an appetite for brains that were made more delicious by memorization.
They made their prison break after a harrowing experience through the maze and a full frontal confrontation with the old man. The boy returned to his home, finding his mother nonchalant about his disappearance. It was like nothing ever happened except that his shoes and dog were missing- both victims of the old man's antics.

Moving on to jack london's call of the wild. It's kinda sad now that I can only start reading in the wee hours since there just isn't much time left after dealing with the many demands of life. 😂 I should really be sleeping....