Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1262: Hold my Breath

Posted on May 29, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Feels a bit like crashing against the walls, today does.
Some news that should be good but just am quite tired at this point. Need to rest properly. And so on and so forth.

Yesterday I was cold and today… I am still cold, but I am not as cold as yesterday. Therefore I have defeated the cold and there shall be no more cold for the rest of eternity. Everything will be not cold. Maybe there will be no warmth, but there will be no cold.

So today has been crashing against the walls and little of much happened and that’s alright. Sometimes a slow day is a good day. Some good news but it passed through me. It was there and it was gone and now I sit here, tired, wanting to rest but unable to because of various reasons and all of that other crap that has no need to be gotten into in this tiny space.

I’ve become a shadow of a self that never existed and all I’m doing is writing down the train. It’s as though I need to sell my angst until it runs out but it keeps pouring and I can’t find a buyer. It doesn’t end and I’m just stuck here dealing with it in a way that doesn’t deal with it and I’ve got to start wondering as to when it reaches its conclusion.

With that being said I want to keep things light and airy but the air is drifting away and so I’m just holding my breath in a way that might be seen as weird and that is because it is weird. It is weird to hold breath in this manner, but what am I gonna do? Other than not much?

Tell you what though, holding breath has a way of getting pretty boring. Can’t put it in a jar; just gotta keep my hands around it until I no longer have to hold it, but I don’t know when that is and so my hands remain around my breath.

Maybe I was meant to follow the air but instead I’m wallowing in my misery and wondering when all of this changes around and I can rest and feel relaxed. Probably once the good news comes to actualisation.

Why am I writing this in brief snippets? Probably makes it more annoying to read. I don’t know if it actually does, but it probably does. I think.

Perhaps once everything settles I can finally rest. I can finally take it easy and not have to worry about much else. Or maybe my worries will increase as they descend upon me to take me to some place I don’t want to go and force me to take them on and then I’ll just remain worried as the universe folds in on itself to make way for whatever comes next, and I’ll just have to deal with it. Rather not have that happen.

Still, at least I beat the cold.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:25:16

This I had to force myself through and I think it shows.
There are parts that I feel would be really good if they were expanded upon and made their own things. There also are parts that are just crap.

Written at home.

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Port Awaiting Cargo

Posted on May 28, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

This was taken around the same time as this photo.

I think the noise reinforces a sense of coldness to the image, or maybe a harshness. Not sure. I also think that this wasn’t the best angle to make the cranes feel imposing. That said, they do appear to be waiting.

This is my submission into the two hundred-and-fifty-first Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Buildings and Other Structures“.

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

Anne is curating this one. For the next one Donna is curating.

The challenges are fun to engage with. The themes are specific enough to keep some focus whilst loose enough to allow room for interpretation. I recommend participating as it’s a fun community to be engaged with and it’s a good way to focus on subject. If you don’t participate, you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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RSI

Posted on May 27, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Here’s something I drew to represent the pain from the RSI I have due to an injury sustained at the end of 2017 that those in charge chose not to record. Usually I’m fine but it has been pretty bad over the last few months. Along with everything else going on it has had a pretty negative impact on my ability to get stuff done.

At the moment the pain seems to be easing a bit but we’ll see what happens. I want to get back to being productive but better to not rush.

I took a few photos to use as a reference for this. A lot of them didn’t turn out well but would’ve worked fine. Instead of using those I ended up using one I quickly took shortly before I started drawing as it worked better for how I was trying to represent the RSI.

This was started and finished today.

I hope you enjoy.

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P-Oiler: Lobe

Posted on May 27, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

One listen and it was pretty easy, this bit of writing.
I think that was due to how slow the song feels as well as how little there is in terms of changes. That said, I don’t think what I wrote is the best way I could have covered the song. I feel like something a bit more creative in writing would’ve worked really well here, but that’s not what was coming forward.

P-Oiler’s “Lobe” is from Greatest Hits Vol. III.

I hope you enjoy.

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From a brush comes a bass moving in specific steps. It soon moves with some percussion before the two lock into a slow groove. Guitar plays over slow and slinky and woodwind also flows over with a slow motion.

It’s a calm, dark and light and easy, drifting melody that sees an implied build at one point, and the sounds sort of move into a less languid state, but there’s still a quiet to them that keeps everything feeling a familiar continuation.

Once more a sense of build but here the percussion diminishes for a moment whilst the woodwind starts going wild, and another build into more quiet. Woodwind keeps on howling in the distance whilst all else stays diminished until the percussion returns.

The slow rhythm resumes and it keeps its space. It keeps its steady minimalism as it pulls back and comes forward, and the bass drags long and winds up, and the guitar keeps punctuating brief moments as the woodwind tapers off and disappears.

Sounds murmur in the last moments before the bass remains, drawing long before fading away after something seems to cut out, and the song ends.

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Urban Salt Marsh

Posted on May 26, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

The reason why I’ve titled this image Urban Salt Marsh is that it is in an urban area; specifically Sydney Olympic Park. However, I’m now wondering as to how much of this salt marsh was naturally formed. I’m sure the information is out there somewhere, but I cannot help but wonder how much of it was shaped by people, and to what extent that would matter.

I hope you enjoy.

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Held in Shadow

Posted on May 25, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

A photo similar to this one, in part due to it being taken just before.
Similar in feel, as it should be, but I think this one focuses more on form than it does expression.

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.

A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1261: Cold and Complaining

Posted on May 25, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

Cold and frozen, blah blah blah, quite cold, it’s a cold day but getting on with it all. Just trying to push on through and trying to stay warm where I can. Frozen hands aren’t helping but we’ll get there. We’ll climb this mountain of mountains.

A mountain made out of mountains. I’m going to file that in the folder of ideas that could work but will inevitably be forgotten.

So it’s a cold day. So what? Doesn’t mean anything. doesn’t matter. Could be better, could be worse. Just need to add layers. Adding layers will keep me warm. Adding layers will help trap in the heat and keep the cold at bay. But I don’t want to. I want to sit here and bitterly complain about my predicament even though I can resolve the thing through little effort on my part, but I’m not going to because I don’t want to.

Sometimes it is better to be angry and grouchy and annoyed for no justifiable reason. Sometimes it is better to carry on and scream about things that can be resolved with little difficulty.

Okay, maybe it’s not but I want to so that is what I am doing. I’m stamping my cold feet and I’m shaking my cold fists and I will keep shouting about how it is problematic. I will yell at the cloud and no one can stop me.

Maybe two people can, but no one person can and that’s the way it is and that is the way it shall forever be. If I am to be stopped it will need to be more than one person. Anything less will lead to sheer defeat and in that defeat I shall reign over your possessions for all time. Of course time will eventually have to end but up until that point all that you own is forfeit! To me!! Haha!!!

I will have heaters and in having those heaters I will have the warmth that I crave. I will then find a way to convert cold into warmth. If I can do that then I will have cracked the code and in cracking the code I will hold my freedom above all else and then I will have nothing else to complain about so I’ll just call it a day and move on with my life as there would be little, if anything else to do and so… yeah. You get the idea.

I think that what this all reveals is that there is a cycle and Ill be following the cycle to its conclusion and then I will loop back. Once I loop back I don’t know where I’ll go, but I do know that I’ll have found a way to get what I want, even if I don’t want what I want. Then I’ll just be able to see another view and there will be less cold in that view… I hope.

for now I’m just gonna keep on complaining until I am stopped.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:36:29

Fun write. Bit messy – more so toward the end – but it was fun.

Written at home.

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These New Puritans: Spiral

Posted on May 24, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

I’m not sure if I covered “Spiral” well with the below. I think I aptly descirbed parts of the song, but overall I’m not sure.

These New Puritans’ “Spiral” is from Field of Reeds.

I hope you enjoy.

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Warm brass cast a grand murmur. It is textured and it is quiet. Quickly though from that quiet emerges voices sounding as though they are being pulled and cast in specific directions. They seem tethered to it all and as though they are fanning and swaying.

Other sounds here and there come in and out, emphasising, pressing in and letting go and slowly everything seems to swirl into unison. Other voices come in and utter something recognisable as words but it seems to go by really quickly. It doesn’t but it seems that way. Perhaps it is due to its quiet clarity.

Suddenly sounds seem to dip into a sense of deep darkness, but only for a moment before they return to their main proceeding, and now in this quiet all seems more choral. It seems grander than before but it is the same. It is unchanging.

Everything stops and starts again, and there’s more peace here. There’s more relaxation, but also the sounds are more taut. Almost rhythmic in their flowing. A voice moves in an angled manner, walking among the sound and reaching for some sort of sense of beauty, though maybe it is a slow violence.

Woodwind moves carefully as it is met with other sounds and soon they move in turns before moving together again, albeit at different speeds, and they alternate and a heaviness is there, but it’s gentle and it’s lovely. The moment is tender and small. It slowly reveals itself and as it does it seems to grow smaller and more pure, and it ends on a brief note and the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1260: What am I Doing?

Posted on May 24, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

“What am I doing?”

I just uttered that as I’m sitting here telling myself to write and then letting myself get distracted. It would take less time to write and get on the groove, whichever groove that  may be, but I keep letting myself drift off to somewhere else. Gotta stop doing that.

Today is a little better than yesterday. Thus far it has been a lot less stressful but there remains much to do and you get the idea. It’s a little less cold and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, but I’m capable of getting things done at the moment and so I’m going to keep trying to get things done. We’ll see what happens.

But before all of that today is about the art of writing and engaging in that art. It is about expressing myself and finding a way to get that expression across using the power of words in a visual form to represent meaning in what should be a structured way.

I just want to enjoy the day a bit more than I normally would. It would be nice to shed some of the stress, but I cannot and so I persist. I persist in writing and I persist in getting distracted. It is a brilliant way to go about things, let me tell you.

Sitting here, looking out the window, seeing the sunlight outside; it’s nice. It’s a nice and relaxing thing but I need to keep on going. I’ve had too many days of doing little and so stress perpetuates itself through no fault of its own… or maybe it is entirely its fault.

But anyway, it’s a nice day and so a nice day allows me to relax less, or at least tells me that I should be relaxing less. Probably should be relaxing more rather than less, but you know.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. This started with my expressing my need to write and get stuff done and now I’m complaining about how I can’t enjoy the day as I’ve got stuff to do. This is not a way to go about things. What I should be doing is creating tales of silliness, but instead of that I’ve decided not to for some reason. I’ve decided to complain and that’s something I’m going to complain about as today is not a day to go about complaining. No, today is a day to spend writing and getting things done and getting on with life and trying to not become bogged down with all the shit that’s going on in my life.

Today is not a day for complaining and I will not stand for that. There shall be no more complaining and if there is more complaining, then there will be no more complaining.

So anyway it’s a nice day outside and I’m gonna get stuff done but I need to complain about things first. Complaining is the most important thing to do, after all.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:59:25

Not exactly what I’d call a good piece of writing. Feels like a bit of a struggle and reads that way too, I think.

Written at home.

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Clearing in the Megalong

Posted on May 23, 2023 by Stupidity Hole

I think there’s a few other areas in this photo other than a part of The Megalong Valley. Not entirely sure. Anyway, I like how this almost looks like a drawing or a painting. I think it has a lot to do with the colour in the valley and how the clouds’ shadows affect that colour.

I hope you enjoy.

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