Here’s another photo of this hat.
I wanted to share this photo due to how the light falls on the flowers. I’m pretty sure the warmth came through in processing rather than from taking the photo, and it creates a kind of “vintage” moodiness, though that’s probably not the right phrasing to get across what I want to get across.
I hope you enjoy.
One listen for this one.
I’m not sure if what I’m about to say is related to this song, but I’m wondering if a lot of music I’ve written about and listened to is about an idealised innocence rather than anything else it might purport to be. I started wondering when I was writing the below and I’m still wondering.
Anyway, I went in just looking to write about the song and that’s what happened. I think there’s a bit too much repetition in places, but overall I drew out an idea of the song.
Animal Feelings’ “Love Cubes” is from Love Cubes.
I hope you enjoy.
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A rolling series of keys dancing in a dreamy light, shimmering here and there and rolling onward. A lower key underscores and guides melody through the fields and through the space, and soon beat comes in, pulsing in a pattern.
A little pause of sorts in some sounds and the pattern changes. It moves in a stillness on a flat plane and it carries delicateness. It is a brief moment and soon those lower notes return, looking at breadth and emotion, and that little melancholy comes through in joy and innocence as the beat pulls away and the notes keep on rolling.
Smiles and frowns, and maybe some tears as innocence fades but joy remains in these older moments and memories, and the beat returns and the sounds continue moving through space, and under a dreamy light and through the rain and through the joy and laughter, and the sadness and the looking forward.
Eventually the notes slow a little, or at least seem to slow a little, and they find a beautiful moment to reflect upon, and they draw to a close as the song ends.
This morning I spent a brief moment looking at my review queue and I’m wondering if I can get through the whole thing before the end of the year. It stretches long and looms large, and part of that is definitely on me due to a severe amount of procrastination.
Well, maybe all of it is on me, but there have been things that have happened, I swear!
So it’s going to be an interesting little challenge where I tear my hair out for the next few weeks, though it might not be as bad as I am thinking it will be. After all, there are a good few that are in some state of progress and some that need to be edited, but there are a lot that need to be started. We’ll just have to see what happens.
Of course I say all this knowing full well that the chances of me getting more than say, six or ten done are incredibly slim, but who knows what will happen?
Anyway, I look at this queue and I see how it is large and I am wondering if I should just scrap most of it due to the length of time spent not doing anything. However, I still want to try. I still want to give it a go and see how far I get, and maybe I’ll be able to get back into a position where I’m getting things covered again.
Need to take advantage of the upswing rather than relax. Maybe not the best thing to do but I need to do what I need to do and I need to get on with the getting on where I can.
I wonder how it will affect the writing here. Probably won’t, but you know.
So now I need to get into preparation mode and I need to wear all the right gear and I need to move faster than I have ever moved, and we’ll see what comes of it all. I already know where I can tackle a bunch of the things I’ve covered, and maybe that will be a bit of a lazy writing, but we’ll see what happens. Maybe it will make for great writing. Maybe it will be both lazy and great, and maybe I am currently stalling for time so as to be able to stretch this out so I don’t have to worry about starting writing yet, or something.
Reviewing is something I enjoy and find frustrating. It’s a good way to help think about things but it also sometimes causes issues with actually writing. Sometimes I spend too much time thinking about what I’m trying to say when I should just say it and my writing comes out too clinical, I think, but I keep on trying and so this will just be an interesting time.
Well, maybe it won’t. It’s quite possible that it will be a boring time but there’s plenty of time for working that all out.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:17:44
I was hoping to write something with a bit more drama in it and that didn’t come through.
Written at home.
Trying to get a bit of writing done before I head out as I’ll be heading out soon, and I find myself wondering if I have anything to offer at this point. Of course writing doesn’t have to be about giving something to an audience, or giving more of yourself to an audience and whatnot, but I still wonder.
I think about this as I’m operating in a manner where, on one hand I don’t quite care about what I’m putting out, though on the other I want to be putting out something of quality, though it’s quite apparent that most of the time I don’t. I also wonder as there often can be the desire for some sort of success that allows for a sense of reprieve and that is something that has eluded me, and I don’t know if that’s something I want to chase though at the same time it is, but I don’t know if I have anything left to offer.
Maybe there are significant layers of rubbish I need to get through before I create something that is worthwhile to an audience, and maybe once all those layers are removed it will be something great, though of course it could just be more trash.
On one hand I don’t think I’ve said everything I could say, and I don’t think I’ve said much of anything at all, but I have to wonder if maybe I’m just limited in what I can say about things and how I say them and there really is nothing left for me to “give”. Perhaps it’s pointless to wonder about these things but they certainly give some pause for thought and there of course is a lot of doubt.
I have an ending in mind here but what if I should pack in everything now? My wrist is getting worse and I need to do more to look after it, and perhaps I should. I’ve felt drained for a long time, though it often is in a series of upswings and downswings, and I get those bursts where I don’t feel those things.
I love writing but I’m not a good writer and I think that maybe my ability to grow as a writer is not as strong as I’ve hoped it would be, and so maybe it is time to stop. Maybe it is time to think hard about what I am and am not doing here, and think about if I should just stop now. I’m not sure as I’d rather stick to my plan, but I right now I don’t know what else I can say about anything, and I don’t know if I have much of anything to offer here.
Of course though I’ll keep going. I’ll probably forget about this and keep going toward my plan and then that will be that. But right now I have my doubts and that’s okay, but I should think more about this, but for now I probably won’t.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:04:19
Might be the most “naked” thing I’ve written in a while.
I think it’s a decent piece, though it certainly is rough.
Written at home.
I can’t remember if I was thinking about this whilst photographing the concert or whilst processing the photos, but there’s some stuff I want to do with contrast that interests me, and the below is a result of an attempt to play with contrast.
I think some of it works and some of it doesn’t. I imagine if I used something like Photoshop I’d be able to control the light from the stage blowing out. Beyond that I like that the crowd came out mostly in some sort of silhouette.
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.
Yet another recent photo from a concert.
This is a pretty straightforward photo, I think, and that’s fine.
It’s just a moment of someone being in the moment and that’s nice enough for me.
I hope you enjoy.
Well, it’s another day and it’s another day where I’m sitting here saying very little, if anything at all. Surprising I know.
Gotta tackle this in the morning rather than the afternoon. Today I’ll be doing things I haven’t done in a while and so if I want to continue with what I’m doing here I need to do the stuff here before I head out there, into the unknown wide world of scariness and… scariness.
I’m trying to push through being tired and I guess I’m glad that that tiredness is lifting, though maybe it’s not lifting as fast as I would have liked. Such is life and all that other razzmatazz, but you need the people pulling the veil to pull it faster rather than take their sweet time. They’re not paid by the hour, after all.
So I sit here and I crap on out something that doesn’t matter and all is well within the confines of this space, but that’s the way it goes really. Could this be worse? Sure. It’s a cycle of dullness and I’m perpetuating it, but it really is okay for now. Tomorrow is likely to be worse but for now I get to enjoy some semblance of illusion and I’m slightly immersing myself within it, but for how long who knows really?
Maybe it’s better that I face up to things and admit that things are still not okay right now and things are getting worse in terms of my ability to survive, but I don’t want to do that; besides which, no one wants to read that anyway and so it’s better to not talk about those things.
So anyway, a cycle of dullness but only perpetuated this morning due to the need to get it out of the way so I can go do other things and all that other stuff, but of course once that is done I’ll have to come back home and then I’ll be wondering as to what I do at that point. I’ll have an afternoon free to do whatever I want…
Oh, who am I kidding? The heading out is the break as the coming back home will involve doing more stuff upon the arrival of being at home and so… yeah. That’s it, pretty much. The outside is the escape and the inside is where all the obligation happens. That’s the cycle of dullness. This post perpetuates one whilst my life also perpetuates one, though I’m not sure if what I’m doing today could be classified as dull, but that’s something I’ve got to work out at some point, but I don’t, but I might.
Well, I think I should get on with things and get on with getting through some other stuff before I need to start getting ready. It will be a long day, but hopefully an eventful one so long as the events are of a small and rather insignificant nature. Sometimes that’s alright and today it certainly is.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:27:24
Easy to write though I’m not sure if the writing is good.
Written at home.
Sometimes I think about when I lived closer to the city. Both times were somewhere within the space of this scene, or at least near the space of this scene. I think about it and I find myself missing those places, though I don’t miss the experiences. There were some good ones and there were some bad ones, and there were a lot of neutral ones. If I could afford it I don’t think I’d go back, to be honest. Whilst the convenience would be great, I don’t feel losing what I have now would be worth the location.
I hope you enjoy.
Stupidity Hole 