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If I were the type to be melodramatic, I'd say my feelings had gone stagnant. I'd say that in mastering being careless to a new extreme, I'd lost all interest in things formerly favored. I'd say that in a flailing attempt to let go of dead weight, I'd managed to untie only the ones I needed; keeping those useless and irrelevant still tightly bound to my wrists, my ankles, my neck.

Good thing however, that I am not a fan of the overly expressive.

On a not so side-note: Leave things that have passed alone.

Do not put forth effort to change them, forget them, accept or forgive them. While the now is infinite, it is ever pouring into the then; an expansion beyond your control. To try and live amongst that expansion, is only a willing loss of self and it'd be a real shame to miss out on what's happening because you're dwelling on what's happened.

On an actual side-note:

"It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet." -Franz Kafka

and some pretty pictures courtesy Lina Scheynius.