About.

Ragnarök.

My goal in life is to be a tea-drinking, umbrella-carrying, British snob. I’m planning to be either a mad scientist or a mad philosopher. My trademark hair colour is a dark shade of magenta. Even though that certain colour doesn’t reflect anything about me.

One fine summer morning, I’ll leave for Wacken. I’ll be on a train and I’ll be paranoid as hell. It will be amazing.

Hopefully, in about four years I’ll be in a different time zone enjoying life on a double decker. Or at The Gallows Bird peering at the other people over a pint of ale. Vodka is good, too.

I dream of dadaism, trolleybuses and black metal. My subconscious is a vast landscape of surrealist imagery.

My behaviour has been regarded as quite uncommon. When I’m truly happy, people think I’m on hallucinogenics. I have strong feelings, even though I am utterly annoyed by them.

I quote Carl Sagan and Salvador Dalí. One day, I shall be like them. I already am like them, but in different aspects than the right ones.

Paganism is one thing I’m really interested in. Even though I’m not pagan. Actually, I’m interested in far too many things. I’m going to enumerate them sooner or later. For some reason, I like doing that.

Current obsessions
Biology, trolley-buses, Negură Bunget.

“Even though” seems to be a phrase I like a lot. Maybe it’s my paradoxical nature, maybe my innate ambivalence, or maybe I just like the way it sounds.


Contact.
E-mail: sid.en.ilmen[at]gmail.com
Yahoo IM: athan_ilmen
Windows Live Messenger: athan.ilmen@hotmail.com


Where else?
Last.fm - http://last.fm/user/sidhiel
deviantART - http://sidhiel.deviantart.com
MySpace - http://myspace.com/athan_ilmen

High Hopes.

-Stii sa faci harta marilor noastre sperante?
-Da, din baloane colorate.
La fiecare vant puternic
Mai zboara cate un balon.

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young in a world of mangets and miracles our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary the ringing of the division bell had begun.
The grass was greener The light was brighter The taste was sweeter The nights of wonder With friends surrounded The dawn mist glowing The water flowing The endless river