fluffy blue

the skies have been more blue than i've ever remembered them to be. maybe whatever bad things we're doing to the world now have one good outcome after all. and after this we'll all die and there's nothing left to see. back in secondary school i used to take photos of clouds because i figured each cloud is significant in its uniqueness. it's there one moment and the next it's gone, never to be the same again. and in its short lifespan, at least someone noticed it.

i took geography for my o levels but never could fully grasp the subject although i thought and still think that everything in it is fairly logical and it's not that i didn't know how it worked, i just couldn't answer my exam questions. of course it didn't help that my teacher was more happy to spend entire lessons telling us grandmother stories (she was a grandmother anyway), but there were still some who did well so i guess it's not all down to her.

i learnt in geography class that different clouds have different shapes and were mostly grouped into several categories. sirrius, culunonimbus (i still can't spell that shit), what else i don't remember. but it always troubled me that most of the clouds i seemed to see appeared to fall into the 'fluffy white stuff' category and yet there wasn't any proper name for it, or at least it wasn't taught in school. it's as though its ordinariness excluded it from any importance.

written today, 10:23 am