I love Mount Solitary. I’ve said it many a time, but I find it such a great mountain to see. Just beautiful. This isn’t the first sunrise photo of Mount Solitary I’ve shared, but it is the last photo of the mountain I’m sharing. I’ll see it again, and I hope to see it under different conditions to hopefully capture what I’ve been trying to for years with this mountain, but I’m glad I got this photo.
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One great thing about the wind is how it can be used, such as in this photo, where I believe I was a bit more intentional in my posing. To me this feels like trying to block out a sudden harsh light. Not the best way to go about doing it.
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I hadn’t planned on this coming out the way that it did. I was stuffing about with form and this was one of the results, and I feel it works well in showing a futile attempt at pushing against the wind.
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Was having a bit of fun taking photos, which I hope this indicates. A silly pose, and a fun one.
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From what I remember, part of these trees were growing at a different angle to others due to the wind in the area. It was quite strong, and it made for some lovely scenery.
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When I went to take some photos during my last trip in The Mountains, I wanted to try and capture the breeze that was around me… after I saw how it was affecting vegetation. Just went for a simple, straightforward photo here and whilst it could be better, I do like the result.
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Prior parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
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Harvey and Cave hurriedly walked back to the observatory, of which they were not far from and arrived within a matter minutes they were there. However, people were already being asked to leave and their encounter was the same.
“What happened?”
“Something broke and we’re closing for the day to assess for repairs.”
“Oh. Can we help?”
“Thank you, but we can’t have public on site.”
“Why not?”
“Can’t risk having public injured.”
They left, of which Harvey was fine with, though Cave felt defeated.
“It would’ve been interesting to see what was going on”
“You heard what that person said. That’s pretty much it.”
“Are you sure?”
“What else could it be?”
“I don’t know. Weren’t you curious?”
“well yes, but what were we going to do? What can we do? It’s not like we could do anything about what had just happened, whatever it was.”
“Maybe it’s something gone wrong.”
“That’s exactly what it is, but it’s not for the public. I’m sure we’ll hear about what happened later.”
“But we should know now. eE should know what they’re trying to hide.”
“Cave, look; what if there’s some serious damage in there and we went in and one of us got hurt? You really think they’re trying to hide something? Are you set on believing that an observatory full of scientists is trying to hide something from the public? Do you think that maybe, just maybe, they would prefer not risking people who don’t know the facility getting hurt and also not deal with additional distraction when they’re trying to work something out?”
“I don’t think it’s fair that you assume what I do and don’t believe. I’m just curious is all.”
“Yeah you always fucking are just “curious” and then it descends into some sort of crap.”
“Maybe I just like riling you up a bit too.”
“Yeah well maybe you should spend more time shutting the fuck up and realising that your shit’s not appreciated.”
Cave was silent for the rest of the walk home, as was Harvey, and for a moment Harvey felt bliss wash over them. It was just a nice feeling to not have to worry about being drawn into something that they held no interest in, nor desire to discuss, and so they appreciated whatever time they had before Cave would start up again, assuming Cave would start up again at all. Maybe this time Cave would stop crapping on and actually think about something and consider the information presented, though to be fair there was little presented.
They got home and Cave disappeared to their room. Harvey knew that Cave would be trying to find things out still, though to what extent that would be, they had no idea. Maybe Cave would actually do some real research instead of just reinforcing beliefs with no evidence-sourced backing.
Harvey decided to loll about for a while, just to kill a bit more time. The silence they were getting was great and they wanted to revel in it for at least a brief period of time. There was no telling when it would change and so all of the moment needed to be savored.
They fixed themselves an easy lunch, sat on the couch and read for a short while; just long enough to get something out of their book, but not so long that their fatigue would overtake. They finished eating and took a nap, and woke from it feeling just refreshed enough.
They called the person working on their interface but couldn’t get through, so they decided they’d walk the few blocks away the shop was and go from there.
There still was a sense of crispness in the air, and the day seemed to drift on by as Harvey walked along. There was almost an obscene sense of space as all seemed quiet, though there were a few cars about. Just not enough for them to blur into the background and so they would cut into the silence and the sense of space in a way that was not appreciated. Still, it was preferable to constant traffic. At the very least it made getting to where they were heading much more easily. It was not long before Harvey arrived and found themselves inside the shop. The person they were after was there, behind the counter, tinkering away on something.
“Hey, just thought I’d pop in. Tried to call earlier but got no response.”
“I left a message on your phone earlier today. Didn’t you listen to it?”
“I didn’t get notification.”
“Huh. Maybe shit does fail when Mercury’s in retrograde.”
“Maybe.”
“Alright, so it’s not ready yet. Will be tomorrow. Need to replace some of the wiring. Parts only arrived this morning.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Rather frustrating as the delivery took it’s time to get here and it’s held up a lot of jobs and almost lost me a bit of work, but they’re here now and I’m getting through the jobs and yours will be good tomorrow. Fine in the morning.”
“Well, I’ll aim for around midday.”
“Yeah, that’s easy enough. See you later.”
“See you.”
That was the most words Harvey had heard this person speak in a brief conversational setting. They were an ornery type, rather gruff and curt. Didn’t seem to want to spend much time talking and preferred doing. Harvey couldn’t fault it if that was indeed the case, but Harvey preferred a mix of both.
They left and walked away and decided to go on a slight detour, just in Case Cave was going to be talking again. It was a nice walk, but after a few blocks Harvey decided it was better to head on home.
Rounding a few corners and Harvey saw someone driving erratically and screaming. They couldn’t make out what the driver was saying or if they were saying anything at all. However, they could clearly see that they had to get out of the way quickly as they were in the car’s erratic path. Nearly getting hit but just getting out of the way, Harvey was alright, save for the shock that they just got. They gave it a few minutes before hurrying back home as quickly as they could.
When home Harvey started banging on Cave’s door. Cave came out, stared blankly at Harvey, then spoke.
“What?”
“That’s a little less you than usual.”
“Well, I’m looking into the observatory.”
“Look, Cave, you gotta understand, I don’t want to be roped into these conversations of paranoia and falsehood beliefs. If you actually looked at both sides rather than doubling down all the t-”
“Yeah yeah, I get it. As said, just like riling you up sometimes, but point taken. But I still like looking into it, and some of it is real, and you just gotta feel it.”
“Alright, fine, which part is real?”
“Mercury affecting stuff.”
“That’s not. That’s not real at all.”
“Maybe. But who is to say?”
“Look, I’m not getting dragged into this. I just almost got run over.”
“Well, that sucks, but you’re alright aren’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but that’s a pretty intense thing to deal with.”
“Yeah, but you’re okay. You’re fine. Why was it so important to tell me now? Couldn’t you have told me later?”
“There’s probably something to that. I guess I could have. Just a bit shocked is all. Felt the need to tell someone.”
“Well, you’ve told me now. No need to worry about it anymore, eh?”
“Maybe.”
“Alright. Well, whilst you’ve been gone what happened at the observatory already hit the media. Telescope broke. No one injured though, which is good.”
“Yeah, I guess that is.”
“That’s all that’s being released. No one knows anything about when it’ll be back or if it will even be back. Just that the idea is to have it fixed if possible, though more likely replaced and the space it was in repaired within a month or so, depending on how extensive the damage is,. I’m sure the scientists will be fine though. They always are.”
“Supposedly.”
“Alright, well I’m getting back to digging through stuff. Do you want anything else?”
“No, I’m good. Just lay off the riling. Not appreciated.”
“Yeah alright.”
And with that being said, Cave disappeared back into their room. Harvey began to wonder if there were any connections to the telescope breaking and the car. It all seemed odd. Maybe Mercury Retrograde meant something after all. Maybe it could affect technology. Harvey believed they knew better, but they weren’t so sure, considering what they saw. But the scientist they described what they saw seemed mostly fine about it. Taken aback a bit, but mostly fine, so surely there was no connection, was there?
Be that as it may, now Harvey had time to kill and wasn’t sure about how to go about killing it, but at this point it was less than a day before they would have their interface, and roughly a day when they’d be recording once more and working on their music. This was something to look forward to. They just needed to kill some time.
Harvey decided to plonk themselves in front of the TV for a few hours, just see what was on. Maybe find some afternoon movie. When they turned it on, however, the TV didn’t respond. Maybe the remote was dead, so Harvey got up and tried to turn the TV on via its side buttons. When they attempted, they got a sharp, short and painful shock.
Harvey quickly pulled their hand away. Maybe the TV was breaking down. It wasn’t the oldest, but it wasn’t the newest either. They switched it off at the power point but the TV’s red light stayed on, if only for a while. It seemed to linger there and it seemed to be looking at Harvey somehow, but it didn’t move. It didn’t change shape, and eventually it faded out.
Harvey wasn’t sure what to make of it, but they knew it was something that they didn’t feel either good or comfortable about, but maybe they were just still tired and it was just their imagination. Maybe that’s all it was; that is, at least what Harvey hoped.
Prior parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
I hope you enjoy.
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The telescope sat there on its side, looking much like something that was not going to be in use for a good line while now. It seemed like an age that Purvell stood there, staring among their peers at a thing that was surprising and slightly devastating. Who knew how long it would take to fix, if even it would be fixed at all.
It was a lot of money down the drain, that was for sure.
At some stage Rigby and Clay arrived, as did others. It seemed as though some people were in too much shock to talk and could only stare; others began talking among themselves, trying to work out what was going to happen from here. All Purvell could do was stare.
Eventually everyone who was there was ushered out by the head of the observatory. For now all that could be done was locking the space away and powering it down until something further was worked out, and for then that was it. For Purvell, it seemed like the end. Sure, they would have work to do eventually, but likely they would have to relocate to another observatory to continue their work and that was something they weren’t looking forward to. There probably was one closer than they thought as they hadn’t thought about it much as it was not something they needed to worry about most of the time. All they had to worry about was going through the motions and following their routine to get all their work done and all their data collected.
Then again, maybe they wouldn’t have to relocate at all. Maybe if they had to relocate they’d be relocating with most others.
The main space was shut down for at least a few hours and so a few went off to go do something else, to kill time for a while. Purvell located Rigby and Clay and they decided to go to a nearby lake, just to go look at something other than numbers.
The observatory was in a really lucky location in that not only did it have good views, but it was close enough to a lake that felt like it was not near an urban area, thoguh it wasn’t so much a lake as it was a massive pond, or at least that is how it felt. A light breeze blew across its surface and various waterbirds found their way there, though most were not seen all the time.
Purvell, Rigby and Clay got there and stood around a while, making idle talk whilst attempting to skin rocks across the water’s surface. Eventually the conversation turned to what had happened. Purvell explained what they caught, for they didn’t catch much of it due to how quickly and suddenly it happened. Clay went into detail about what they heard and as soon as they heard it they came rushing in. Rigby had just arrived and heard it from the outside.
Clay wondered about what the cost of replacing the telescope would be. It wasn’t young and it wasn’t old, but it certainly was expensive. Rigby was fairly certain that it would be replaced pretty quickly, but pretty quickly could still be months, depending on what kind of structural damage was done to the support and the machinery in the space. It was possible that the whole room would have to be redone.
Purvell hoped it would only be weeks and stated their desire to not go elsewhere. They kept mostly to themselves but they liked the atmosphere of that observatory. It was just a nice space to be and work in and it was close to home. Rigby mentioned how there were a few others close by, but thought that there was a good chance any relocation would be temporary if that was even needed, because it was unlikely that it was. Clay was silent and soon the other two also were.
There wasn’t much to say and there wasn’t much to do, and they all were hoping the rest of the day would be called off because what would be the point in continuing on for the day anyway? That was pretty much it; there was nothing more clearly a full stop on the working day than losing the main research tool.
Of course, Purvell had questions; how could they not? As far as everyone there was aware, the structure was sound. It wasn’t old enough to break; nor was it unable to handle the telescope. It was something designed to handle things far, far heavier and perhaps more awkward than the telescope as it had to be to ensure the telescope’s safety.
Of course there were others, but that stuck out among a sea of noise and even then they seemed more intent on staring across the water’s surface, trying to find answers for questions that hadn’t been asked.
Eventually the three of them decided to head on back to the observatory and the small talk resumed. When they arrived they were told that it was closed for the rest of the day and to enjoy the remainder of their day off. AS such the three went their separate ways and Purvell cycled on home.
Well, most of the way as when they neared their residence they decided instead to go for a ride around town. It had been a while since they did anything akin to exploring and so they decided it would be a good idea to just check things out, see what was lying around. Maybe it would give them reason enough to head on out on the coming weekend.
Purvell saw a lot of things as they cycled around, but nothing stuck out and everything blended in with each other. They eventually settled on cycling out for a little while, just to see if there was anything further out that perhaps they hadn’t sen in a while, or at all.
A few hours passed with nothing catching the eye, however, and so Purvell decided to head back on home. What else was there to do? Their mind was elsewhere and they had nothing to offer it other than a place away from cars. Going out of town didn’t help as there wasn’t much of anywhere to stop and be away from things to check out other things, and looking at the town itself didn’t offer much in the way of distraction, so what better thing to do than head on home? And so they did.
Of course when Purvell got home they realised they could get some more sleep and so sleep was on the menu. It was not long before they began preparation to try and get a few more hours of rest where they hoped that, after, they’d be fine to think more about the questions and sort them out.
There was a process here to try and follow and they found that their desire for working things out was kicking in in a way that it hadn’t for a while. This was the exercise that Purvell felt was the best kind and probably what they needed. If anything, at the very least it gave them a break from the prior evening’s events and, had they not been distracted by the new set of questions, they would have agreed was a good thing.
Of course when they reached bed rest was not what they had as suddenly their mind was racing through everything it could other than anything that could resemble information that they might be able to theorise upon. Suddenly the noise was there and it was heavy. It became a wall of indistinct words coming forth, fighting for prominence but unable to get any and they weren’t able to pick a single moment to stop upon.
Knowing that this was not going to change, at least for a while, Purvell decided to get up and make a coffee. They could at least plod around and be bored for a while; that always worked to kill time.
They went to turn on their kettle and received a small shock. Purvell wondered if there was an issue with the wiring and so they switched the pot off and plugged it into a different socket and it worked fine, but it also didn’t stop heating and so, as Purvell had walked off, it took a while to for them to realise that the kettle was still going as it hadn’t made its loud, sudden click that it does when the water was ready.
Maybe the wiring was failing.
The kettle’s handle was incredibly hot to the touch and so Purvell decided that maybe coffee was not the best thing to have but rather just a glass of water, of which they were able to pour fine from the tap. For that they were thankful, but it wasn’t what they wanted and so once more they were stuck with an issue, albeit a rather minor one, all things considered.
Purvell tried to9 work out what they would do from there, but there was little of anything that they could work out. It was a day that stretched far ahead of them and they had little to do. They weren’t in the mood to read. Maybe they’d try and work out what was happening with the socket, but that could also wait.
Maybe they’d just do nothing for the rest of the day and leave it at that.
Eventually Purvell decided that the best course of action was just to head back to bed and hope for the best. Maybe their mind would keep on racing; maybe it wouldn’t but at leas they’d be lying down and that was an improvement over doing little to nothing at all, or at least that is what Purvell thought in that one moment of clarity.
And so once more Purvell went to bed and hoped for the best, but once more nothing came of it. They stared off into space, up at their ceiling fan. As though on queue, the fan began spinning on its own. Purvell didn’t notice at first, thinking that maybe they switched it on by accident and so went to switch it off. The moment they were out of bed the fan fell to the ground. Had they been slower and it would’ve landed right on them.
I hope you enjoy.
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Harvey woke up to the sound of their alarm and, although feeling bleary-eyed, got out of bed and plodded about their room a bit. Their alarm was set away from them, forcing them to get up in order to switch it off, and they found this to be an effective tool for the purposes of getting things done. This particular morning, however? Going back to bed was not off the cards.
Eventually they settled on leaving their room and getting ready to go. Better without Cave, they thought. Far less annoying. Far less irritating.
About twenty minutes into getting ready and, rounding a corner Cave was right there.
“LETS DO THIS HARVEY!”
A moment of silence.
“No need to bellow. What are you doing awake so early anyway?”
“I had a good sleep. What, you think that just because I’ve been sleeping late I can’t sleep early?”
“We got back late. I’m surprised you’re awake at all.”
“I got stuff ready before going to sleep. Got a bit of extra sleep that way.”
“But wouldn’t you have gotten the same amount of sleep had you just gone to sleep and woken up a bit earlier?”
“Maybe, but the process makes it feel like more.”
Harvey hadn’t considered that. Regardless, they now were stuck with Cave for the day and this is not something that they desired.
Soon they were out of the house and on their way to the observatory. It was a walk as long as it needed to be and it was long enough to appreciate. Rush hour was past and so there was little worry of having to wait for traffic, and the breeze was nice and crisp and it felt cleaner than usual, though perhaps that was just Harvey feeling too tired to care enough about air quality. Perhaps they were living in some sort of small pocket filled with delusion and the indifference they indulged was allowing that delusion to come forward a little more than normal.
The sky seemed to hang in the air and clouds drifted on the way that clouds of a particular sized seemed to do, though it was difficult to tell if Harvey and Cave were walking in their shadows or not, thoguh it didn’t matter. For what they felt was something rather serious, the weather was uncharacteristically pleasant and so the weight that they were feeling was not reflected in their environment. Such is the way it was, really; what they felt they had to do didn’t require setting to match, so long as the weather was neither too hot nor too cold so as to make their movement a little more tolerable.
Harvey wondered if they would find answers, or if there would be nothing, but the more they thought about the whole thing, the more they felt that there was nothing to it and the more they thought about how they knew nothing about what they saw, or Mercury for that matter.
Eventually Harvey and Cave reached the observatory. For a moment they stopped to sit down and appreciate the scene, and it was one that was pretty in a way. They could see a fair bit around them and all seemed distant, separated by clusters of trees, yet still quite close. They appreciated what they saw, if only for a few moments as Harvey drifted elsewhere and thought about how this would be better with a bit more sleep under their belt.
Harvey wondered what Cave was thinking about, for despite the enthusiastic greeting a little earlier, they’d been relatively silent for most of the time. Occasional murmurings here and there, lines that seemed to go nowhere, nothing that Harvey found antagonising. It was strange. Maybe Cave was worried they had to reckon with something they didn’t want to have to. Maybe Cave didn’t want to be told that it was nothing; that all it meant was a thing that happened, and that it is interesting and more research needed to be done, but other than that it was just some sort of phenomena that has no impact on people.
Eventually Harvey and Cave got up and went in. They had a bit of a look around, seeing some displays and information on the history of astronomy, and eventually they looked for someone they could speak to to ask about Mercury Retrograde.
The person advised them, almost on auto-pilot, that it was a phenomenon where Mercury appears as though it is moving backward in the sky and that this was due to how it moved through the sky, then went on to explain that due to this sighting it had become associated as having some sort of meaning on a spiritual level, though beyond that it didn’t mean anything other than some sort of visual relevance, though the scientist wondered out loud as to how many people out there that believed that it had some sort of impact on us had actually seen the event, as whilst it was genuinely interesting, it was not actually anything overly important as far as they were aware.
Harvey asked for some more information related to any sort of special sightings and so the scientist advised that they would go and get someone who takes data about Mercury’s path through the sky.
Harvey and Cave waited for a while, or at least what felt like a while before thinking it’d be better to leave when another scientist approached them from wherever scientists come from.
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They met up with the two people who looked unassuming enough, though one had a bit of a wilder look in their eyes and the three of them proceeded to discuss Mercury retrograde and why it occurs. They went into detail about how it appears and what happens as it travels across the sky, and how it is interesting that it appears in the sky even thoguh Mercury is a bit farther away, asking it seem much closer and smaller and more insignificant than it is even though we know it is largeish and much farther away.
One of the two asked about Mercury doing strange things doing retrograde, which Purvell met with silence initially, for they needed to think about the answer they were going to provide. To them this seemed like two other people saw what Purvell saw and perhaps this could lead to some sort of confirmation that there was something more to it, but three people hardly make a consensus strong enough to put something forward. On a personal level it meant that Purvell was assured that they weren’t going crazy in some manner. However, they still felt they could not say anything about it and so, after thinking for what felt like an additional eternity, they advised that there was no information they could provide, but they’d note that the two had seen what they saw.
After describing it to Purvell, Purvell invited them to check out more of the public access areas whilst they headed on back to their desk to note the information, then said their farewells.
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As Harvey and Cave walked away from the observatory they felt some relief, or at least seemed to at first, because all they received was information that they had already received. It wasn’t long before Cave spoke up.
“Well, that seemed like a waste of time.”
“Why do you say that?”
“We learned nothing.”
“We just found out information about a planet and how it appears to us. We just learned something that made our world bigger and more insignificant, and you’re walking away from that thinking we learned nothing.”
“It just seemed so… banal.”
“What did you expect? That we were going to learn something about psychic manifestations?”
“I don’t know. It just wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“Well, you got something new and you can take something from that.”
“Did you notice how, when we talked about seeing what we saw, that second person hesitated for a moment?”
“Kind of.”
“You reckon they knew? You reckon they saw it themselves? Or do you reckon they were hiding something and weren’t expecting anyone to ask about it?”
“Who knows? Maybe they did see something. Maybe there is something that they are aware of but were not willing to share. Perhaps they saw something they hadn’t seen before.”
“Then why didn’t they say anything?”
“Why would they? If it’s some sort of unknown phenomena, they’re not going to just say something like “You know, it’s funny you should mention that as I saw something like that myself”. That’s now how this works. Scientists work there. They gather data together and see if it supports hypotheses and arguments, or if it tells us something at all. Maybe this is something involved in research but too early to talk about. There could be many reasons.”
“Thank you for explaining what scientists do. I was not aware.”
“Sometimes you say things that imply as much.”
“Well, maybe they know something more and they aren’t saying anything. I guess it’s not something I’ll find out and I should probably let go and just get on with things.”
“We did what you wanted to do here and that’s the end of it. At this point I just want to go home.”
“And do what?”
“I’m sure my interface will be ready this afternoon. I’ll probably go home and rest and then try to call through and see how it’s going. If I can’t get through I’ll just go over and that’ll be that. What are you going to do?”
“Research.”
As Harvey and Cave walked away they heard a loud sound disturb the idea of tranquility and peace that they held close to themselves. Something sounded like it broke at the observatory. Deciding to indulge their curiosity, the two headed on back to the observatory, hoping to get a view into what just happened. Besides which, something that loud usually means something pretty bad, and maybe they’d need the help, and maybe they’d be able to get some more information on the strange Mercury Retrograde.
I suppose I should get things underway, but it has already been a day. Slept, feeling tired. It’s the way it goes, I suppose. I suppose indeed, and indeed I am supposing.
Today is going to be pretty full for the next few hours. A lot of racing about, trying to get things done. The fun stuff. No tidying, no getting things good. Just getting things done. Going about the day, dodging work and flowing through time as one flows. I certainly am flowing, at the moment at least.
Getting to the end of the day in one piece is better than two pieces, but… yeah.
Look, I’ve a lot of thoughts right now. I’ve a lot of wondering about things, and I really am wondering. I’m wondering about what lies ahead, because there are a lot of things ahead and I don’t know if I can deal with them all in one day. Perhaps seventeen days, and only on Wednesdays, or Thursdays. Today is a Friday. A Friday is a good day. I’m just dragging things out.
The joy of being tired is that there is no joy in being tired. I’m just trying to throw together whatever and get to the end of the everything in a void of nothing, and I’m once more racing the clock. Trying to get under the minutes of ten, probably won’t, don’t care. Ju8st need to get started. Need to get started and get on with things.
There’s something wrapping up soon and there are no even numbers for it. That sounds kind of cryptic and I like that, but it will reveal itself soon. I’ve been a bit slow over the past few days as there are large adjustments I am making, or rather, constant adjustments I am making, which means my count for something is quite off and I just have to deal with it, now. My fault, my bad, and now I am paying immensely for it. Bad move on my part.
Some things have wrapped up, today should be a celebration. It’s not quite, but it should be. How it goes, sometimes, I guess. You don’t get to win everything all the time. You don’t get to have your way if you don’t have the energy to way your have. Waying the have way and the way have the way in the bay and… yeah.
I wish I wasn’t so tired today. I wish I was functional. Functional I am not, it’s what I wish it was, it’s happening. Not happening. Happening some more. Need more sleep, need to get to the next thing. Need to waste enough words to be able to truly say that I’ve wasted all the words that I have, and then I can feel all warmed up and get on and keep moving. Keep growing. Keep finding my way through tangled branches and messy thoughts and then get enough words written in this so as to apply some sense of actual focus that will feel legitimate and all that other stuff. It takes time and time is what is being taken.
Am I over five-hundred yet? Yes, yes I am.
So now that I’ve said that, I can truly say that today should be a celebratory day. It’s going to be a day where you see me go heavily into stretching, reaching, all of those things. I’ve a lot to say and not enough time to say it, and what my a lot is, is mostly “How am I going to get to the end of this in one piece? How am I actually going to say anything other than the same thing over and over, and perhaps over again?” But I need to do it and so I am going to do it. I am going to get to the end of it all, the end of everything, then go and sleep. Sleep heavily, sleep soundly. Be restful. Be rested. Solidified. No longer a liquid goop trying to be in the form of a human, and all those silly things. Silly things on silly strings and found when silly sings sillily, or something.
Yeah, I’m already really struggling.
I want to talk about how it has been fifteen years, but that will come later. I don;’t know how I’m going to present it, and I don’t know what else lies beyond all of that, but fifteen years is a long time. Fifteen years is life. I could have a teenager on my hands at this point. I don’t, and that’s fine. But this blog is, but I’ll get to that later. I’ve got a lot of rambling to do first. A lot of churning and getting out all the things in the right order, or rather, in the wrong order. I’ll work it all out later. Not right now. Or maybe right now. Or left now.
But I’m here. I’m warming up, I’m getting prepared, and I’m on my way to success. Or failure. We’ll see. Hopefully this will be a good afternoon. Hopefully this will mean something. Hopefully I’ll get to the end of it all and be able to sleep a bit. Hopefully.
Hoping too much, or not enough, but I am hoping. Hoping just to get to the end of the day in one piece, really. Will get there, of course. Or I won’t. Will find out soon enough. Or won’t.
See, I’m looping around and saying the same thing over and over. That’s the way it do be today, I suppose. Could be better, could be worse. At the very least, I’m here, sitting and ready. And soon I will be knocking everything out of the park and in doing that I will have knocked the park out of the park. Cool times. Bad times. Times of the times.
So here’s the start of the day. Here’s where it starts and it will end later, and that will be that. So time to get into the deep end.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:58:37
This felt like a slow effort. It wasn’t, but it’s absolute rubbish.
Written at work.
Stupidity Hole 