Light Under a Storm

Posted on December 7, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

I think it had started raining when I took this. I can’t quite remember.
What I do remember is thinking this looked interesting due to the intensity and space.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1324: Pull of Desire

Posted on December 7, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Oh god it’s morning and here I go with the rambling, though in truth what I’m doing right now is preparing to mash out a review that I can get up today as it’s a few weeks overdue and all that, so… yeah.

Good to be awake and proactive but there are a number of things that I should be taking care of this morning, and perhaps this is one of them. Getting ahead of the curve and eating into the time that I have by writing this, and that probably is a bad thing but it’s a good way to warm up. It’s a good way to organise thoughts, or at least think about thoughts.

Or maybe it is a bad way to go about things. Maybe I need to embrace the lull and sink into the procrastination so I can find other things that I should dig into and go from there. However, if I go from there I’ll be here and… yeah.

So there I was, standing around, even though I was clearly sitting as I am clearly sitting now, but I was standing around there, which is where I was, and I was putting off the writing that I needed to try and touch upon, when all of a sudden I felt the pull of desire leading me away and leading me astray. There was little that could be done about it and so I had to follow desire to wherever it would lead me.

Turns out where it would lead me is nowhere at all as it was something that I was making up on the spot so as to be able to leave wherever I was as I wanted to go back home as there was some sort of comfort there and that was something I wanted, so I guess it wasn’t actually something that I made up, and now here we are.

Where do we go from here? Where do I go from here? I am at home and so I don’t need to go anywhere, but the desire remains and the desire stays strong. Then again, maybe it doesn’t and now I am going to confine myself to the walls upon which this room is contained within and that will be that, and so now… yeah.

So I think I should get started on that review sooner rather than later. I’m hoping to have it done before the day is over but you never know with these things, or you do and they can be a lot of work and so I need to sink in a lot of work in order to get to the end of it all and then I’ll win at whatever it is that I must win at, and so life will be fine and I’ll be fine and finally I’ll not be financially struggling and can finally stop worrying about keeping a roof over my head for the first time in a long while. I hope.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:39:20

I wrote this much earlier today, and then everything got really busy and only now I’ve been able to upload it which I feel is a shame but it’s now here and it’s okay. I feel it could be better, but it’s okay.

Written at home.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1323: Profuse Sweating

Posted on December 6, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

So I’m sitting here, pouring out sweat but it’s not a hot night, or at least it didn’t initially feel like a hot night, but it is now and so my pores are pouring and I can’t do much about it at this particular moment. Maybe I will be able to soon. Maybe I will be ale to use the powers of the science of the marine to summon ice and with that ice I’ll be able to cool down, as I so rightly deserve as is my entitlement.

Why don’t I get air conditioning?  Well, it’s quite simple: that costs money and the financial impact of summoning ice is far, far less than the impact of running an air conditioning unit, and so I choose to be free from the addiction of air conditioning and its slimy malfeasance.

On a side note, I use “malfeasance” in a review I’m still working on, and both this and that when it gets published may be the only times I use it here. We’ll see.

So I am sweating and slowly the room is filling with my sweat, and as it fills I am compelled to try and do something about it, but all I can do is float and maybe swim away, but the waves are starting to roll and I am beginning to get tossed around by their raging violence.

Oh, what am I to do in this situation? Where am I to go? Land no longer is something I can see and the sky has grown dark. The sky ripples with lightning and it cracks and whips when I try to find my way. It provides light but otherwise the space is dark, for the moon is obscured, and between this layer of sweat and layer of cloud is a thick humidity compressed within an endless dark.

I am nothing but a victim to this situation and I must try to stay afloat. I know not what lies under all of this and I must not go dive under, for it may be safe but that is not a risk worth taking. The thick filth that has poured from my body churns and rages and deafens, and it could never be mistaken for a calmness. It just is, but it is angry and violent, and its power encompasses all, for it is overwhelming. It is epic in its heave and drag, and waves tower far beyond what I could ever imagine.

I must try to hold on and I must fight against this by going with the flow, and maybe it will take me somewhere. Maybe it will calm down, but the sweat is everywhere and the clouds have swallowed the sky, and the lightning does not guide and provides a greater view of the grand nothingness between it all, but I still must persist. I must persist and I must try to get through this, for I can, and I must hold onto hope and I must persevere.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:37:47

Silly and fun, and I’d like to believe it was enjoyable to write but I wasn’t thinking about that so much as I was getting it finished.

Written at home.

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A Poem About Chicken

Posted on December 5, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

I went for a walk this afternoon and I saw a bird escaping some mynas.
It rested under a tree and so I sat near it for a while as I wanted to make sure the mynas left. I found out it was someone’s beloved pet and I hesitated on trying to grab it, which was a really bad decision.
After a few minutes it quite suddenly took off, and the mynas were chasing it once more.

I decided to write about the bird here. What I’m trying to do is make sense of why the bird was there, and why it had flown away from home. However, the writing is sloppy and it doesn’t convey what I’m trying to get across well.

I hope you enjoy.

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Little Chicken, you are so far from home.
Have you lost your way?
Did you want to wander?
Do you know how to return?

Little Chicken, vicious beaks wait for you.
Are you scared?
Can you keep going?
Is your brief rest enough?

Little Chicken, your leaving is quick.
Can’t I help you?
Have you found safety?
Do you know how to get home?

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ACE: Li Garte Prison Camp

Posted on December 5, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

One listen for this one, but there was a pause toward the end as I became uncertain if I heard something or imagined it, and so I felt compelled to check.

I tried to get a bit more loose with what I was writing and I tried not to overthink. For the most part I did okay; what I wrote covers the song well enough. I think, however, the issue that I had here was that what I was trying to get across lacked the necessary articulation.

ACE’s “Li Garte Prison Camp” (“リ・ガート収容所”) is from the soundtrack for Xenoblade 3 aka Xenoblade Chronicles 3, Xenoblade 3 Original Soundtrack.

I hope you enjoy.

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A roll into a drone, and percussion thumps in the background whilst guitar leads into the next roll. The sound fills out and keys seem to guide, or at least take a sense of lead. The music shifts in steps and reveals within itself a melancholic drawing, and maybe it has something to do with giving up. Maybe.

The drama rises and falls as the sounds seem to push down, but in there is a conviction and the conviction holds on. As a new lead takes place and things stretch out whilst remaining firm and directed the heaviness presses down. The rigidity remains, but still something holds on and keeps going.

The sounds have shifted once more and there is less driving in the beat, and perhaps this is where a question is being asked, and if so it is spreading through the space. It is challenging the what befell the space.

A small, paused moment that fills out before the keys flick into what came earlier, and the sounds roll along, rigid in their smoothness. Though they keep moving at the same speed as before, it seems as though the sounds are slowing down, and they fade away before anything else happens, and the song ends.

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A Stretch of Land Between Water

Posted on December 4, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

This one was a bit tricky to process and I don’t think I quite captured what I’d hoped with the processing, but I’m okay with the result. It still captures the storm clouds’ heaviness, and it helps to make the land feel rather small and insignificant.

Most of the land visible here is Coogee. Some of it is part of Maroubra, and maybe also Malabar Headland. Wedding Cake Island is also visible, but less so and I think that has more to do with where it sits in the photo.

There may also be a bird visible, which I noticed just now.

I hope you enjoy.

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Beside the Lights

Posted on December 3, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Another photo of a musician showing a musician performing for the act of creating music as a musician and an entertainer.

Sometimes when I look at this image I feel like I’m looking at a strip of film. The effect was unintentional, and like most of my gig photos it was a lucky shot.

This is my submission into the two hundred-and-seventy-eighth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Unique“.

I feel as though this photo is unique in the way that a lot of gig photos can be unique. I’m not sure how long that will last, but for now, to me, it is unique.

The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:

Week 1 – Tina

Week 2 – Patti

Week 3 – Ann-Christine aka Leya

Week 4 – Amy

Week 5 – John Steiner

Week 6 – Sofia Alves

Week 7 – Anne Sandler

Week 8 – Donna

Week 9 – Guest host

This one is curated by Amy. Leya curates the next one.

I recommend participating in the challenges as they provide a fun way to interpret theme. If not participating, then at least you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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Road After Rain

Posted on December 2, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

This was taken during a recent walk that was a bit longer than other recent ones.
I waited at this spot for maybe a minute to get this shot. The only car visible is the one parked and that’s fine as I wanted something that felt empty and quiet, and I think I succeeded.

I hope you enjoy.

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At the Pedals

Posted on December 1, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

There’s not much to say about this one. I’m not certain as to what the sound was like at this particular point, but this feels like a small, maybe quiet moment to me. Either that or a sort of calm in the midst of a lot of energy.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. Participating is pretty straightforward and something I recommend. If you do, then include the tag “monochrome-madness” in your post. If not participating, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography as well as what other people submit.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1322: Rambling on a Roll

Posted on November 30, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

I feel like this morning I’m on a bit of a roll, and now I have to wonder what a roll actually is. Am I rolling? Are my words rolling? Is this a flow of sorts? Where am I going? Who am I going? What am I going? You get the idea.

However, this morning I am on a roll, or at least feel like I am on a roll in the sense that I am getting some things done before the beginning of the day of work and so, so long as I keep going I’ll be able to get more, rather than less done, and I think that’s a good thing. I hope that’s a good thing.

When does it end? When does the uphill come? If there is an uphill, will it be too steep, or will I be able to get over it with a little bit of effort? These are all questions that have answers and the only way to answer them is through the process of moving forward in time rather than backward, though even if I were to be moving backward I’d be moving forward to get backward and I’d always be in a state known as “current”.

Soon there will be walking and with that walking there will be no talking. However, there will be walking. That walking will involve the motion of forward and I will be moving forward through a space that exists and I wonder as to how much of it is just my perception and how much of it is real, but that’s not something worth getting into at the present moment. At the present moment I’m just trying to get a bunch of things down before I head off to the shops to purchase some things, which will then be followed by heading home in order to make use of those things.

Once that is out of the way there will be more rambling and all that fun stuff, and I’m not looking forward to the day ahead, but of course there will be moving through it and I will be enveloped by its glorious body, and I will have to get to the end of it in order to see what comes on the winds of tomorrow. A new day shall rise and I will exit this one and enter that one, and once more I will move through another body. I will be enveloped in its fine film and I will come out with a slight layer of it. As I go on I will carry more layers and then one day this collection will find itself shrinking into itself so more layers can be added, and those too will be carried, and maybe they will weigh me down but I will persist, for right now I am on a roll and I hope that that will be the same in the coming days; some I’ll look forward to and some I’m sure I won’t.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:28

Pretty scattered, this bit of writing.

Written at home.

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