warmth from the universe
Dear M, Thanks. I’m glad you are still there, and that my out of practice communications are not as clutzy as they feel. I think it may be Felix who makes you smile. I’m just his interpreter. You do smile beautifully, though, through your eyes, and now through fingertips dancing on a keyboard. Gratuitous suggestion: keep going, breathing slowly, in the present, working, studying, but not too...
I don’t hate you. You’re not worth that much energy. If I had to, I would liken you to how I feel about slugs; my least favourite creature. They bother me a little, but I don’t spend too much time thinking about them, and if someone was to step on one, I don’t mind. Though they, like you, do make a bit of a mess.
Twitter has perpetuated our seemingly intrinsic need for cliques. What better format for the smart & socially awkward than a screen and 140 characters to hide behind; and when part of a clique, the joy! It is easier. It is a weapon. Clever and not so clever alike are so easily directed. If the person/s you admire think something is noteworthy, you no longer have to critically evaluate if you...
reallyreallyreallytrying: i turned vegetarian whn i read “Animal Farm”. shocking expose of Commie beasts. turns out all meat is “Red”. well, i wont eat it
We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for...– Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs.
cheating, abandonment, denial and desolation
Today as well as other non-fiction, I’ve been detailing a pathetic story of cheating, abandonment, denial and desolation. The protagonist is a once-great man turned child, on a campaign for popularity. On some level he is aware of this retrogression, and its reasons, but ignores it ashamed. He dupes many around him, because he never really shows himself. Those that knew him before though,...
Experience as well as common sense indicated that the most reliable method of...– Iain M Banks, Consider Phlebas
Day 5: Christmas Day The rash that appeared on my arms and legs following the unplanned tree climb (family Myrtaceae) continues to morph into new and fantastic patterns. The sticky heat and oppressive humidity ensure it is constantly irritated. In a cruel twist I am gifted a herbal healing cream, key active ingredient: Eucalyptus.
Postcard From 1952 →
“Incredible cinematography meets incredible music. Just breathtaking, beyond words.”
I worked on it - hard - for almost five months. At first it was confusing and new and exciting because I had no idea what was going on, but there was enough to know, it could be really good. Glimmers which left me stunned. After a few months however the moments of beauty were few, and I was just as confused. I didn’t know if what was happening was so brilliant, I was missing it. Just unable to...
Caught my eye today:
Middle finger candles and use in protests The enthusiasm of product reviewers Government safety alert for male urinal bottles with sharp edges
‘To be a dancing master, that is a special thing. But to be a faceless man? That, is another thing entirely.’
The Best Bookstore Sign Ever
timesoak: Fuck Kindle… Read More
really really really trying: You sit down at the... →
reallyreallyreallytrying: You sit down at the bar. “A drink, barkeep,” you demand. “I don’t care what it is.” The barkeep wears long robes and a heavy hood. He gets to work mixing a cocktail, the likes of which you’ve never seen before. It looks like a piña colada, but before he adds the rum, the barkeep lights it on fire….