Procrastination leads to some weird thoughts. My most pensive mood comes under stress, and especially on Sunday nights when I have the most work to do for Monday. Right now I am taking a break from my half finished Shakespeare Project (making a Newspaper relating to Much Ado About Nothing), and my unthoughtof Physics lab report. That's about 5 hours of work, give or take two.
I went downstairs to get ready for the night with some espresso (apricot hinted...mmmmm) and I decided to lie on the floor of the foyer where the ceiling is at its highest. I looked up and my mind drifted to a gothic cathedral, specifically the Reims Cathedral in, you guessed it, Reims, France. Those ceilings are so damn high, I thought, and it would be so great to have my own. I could lie down, much like I am doing now, and feel the cold stone under my back as I gaze at the amazing feat that a gothic cathedral is. It would be as big as Notre Dame, but it will be mine. No, that's selfish. I'll let people in, but I want this place to be about awe, not religion. I'll let them in on Mondays through Saturdays, but Sundays are for stress relief. I will close it then so that I can do what I have wanted to do without any judgement by others; I will finally be able to lie down in the center aisle without any awkward looks or any guards asking me politely to stand up. Nobody will care because I would be the only one there to care.
Yep, that was my thought process. I would love to go to a cathedral and simply fall down to the ground and watch the man-made sky rest above me. It would be like reading in the bathroom (by that, I imply that the bathroom is the most simple room in my house an thus the easiest to not get distracted in). Yeah, dreams are nice.
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