City Time

Posted on February 13, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

As seen at Sculpture by the Sea last year.
This sculpture was made by Dr. Bying Kyu Kim.

I hope you enjoy.

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Looking at the Lighthouse

Posted on February 12, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

It had been a while between this photo (taken on December 31st last year) and the prior one I took when I was at this lighthouse (the prior photo was shared… I think a month, two months after it was taken).

This just looks at structure mainly, but it’s a pleasant structure, I feel. It has a purpose in its shape, but it’s just nice to look upon.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. The next one is themed, with the theme being chosen by me this time around. It’ll be “Hands”.

This challenge is open to all, and I recommend joining in. If want to, check out more information about it here, and include the tag “monochrome-madness” when you share your photo. If you’d prefer not to join in, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography, and what other people submit.

I hope you enjoy.

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Opeth: The Last Will and Testament

Posted on February 12, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

This is the last album review I published last year. Review-wise, last year was slow. 2024 was interesting in ways but it certainly was off-balance, I feel. Quite low on energy, all those things. Trying to pick things back up and I’m getting there, for now.

Anyway it was a slow year and I took this one on without feeling much for it, and I’m not sure why I took it on. It took some time to find the words to talk about the album in a way that I felt was justifiable. It’s a decent album, but although I could get behind it, I wasn’t sure what I could say about it and I think that comes through here. Still, as a review as a review I think what I wrote works.

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I hope you enjoy.

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Opeth are now up to The Last Will and Testament, which is all about the reading of a last will… and testament. It’s conceptual. It contains music. It also finds itself fitting comfortably within the limits of its runtime.

The album tells a contained and situational story, and explores themes around said story. As such, it’s a main focus, though perhaps not so much the draw. That’s likely the music itself, which is as complete as the story, and also goes through plenty of explorations. However, both need to work with each other for the whole to work.

The Last Will and Testament is less “stuffy” than the more recent stuff. It’s also less “crisp” than the older stuff, and in general more proggy and theatrical than the last few albums. A more muffled mix may have served well here, what with the story’s setting and all, but it wouldn’t necessarily be any better than how everything already is. There’s a good deal of big, heavy stuff, and a few softer and gentler moments. There’s also some occasional sections that carry a stronger sense of atmosphere. A lot of drama too, and a few differing approaches and styles coming together, and usually it all connects pretty well. Usually.

Not all the sections flow smoothly with each other, and perhaps that was the intention. However, there are times when what’s happening feels like Opeth are going “Here’s the next section, now onto the next section”. At other times, the songs move through their sections as though doing so is as natural as breathing. Individually, all the sections are quite solid and formed. From a narrative standpoint, the changes and turns and varying sections help get the story across effectively. In terms of sound, song progression and album overall, they don’t always click.

As said before, there’s some heavy stuff and there’s drama in the narrative – it makes sense, given the subject matter – and there seems to be humour throughout too. There are moments that seem like they’re mocking and laughing at some of the characters; There’s musical passages that either seem to treat the whole thing as a celebration, or something that’s a dreary, dull process. Some of what comes forward is pretty brutal, and there’s enough shifts and changes The Last Will and Testament‘s drama that helps further a sense of variability. Essentially, it doesn’t get monotonous.

Of course this doesn’t work if the songs don’t sound tight and the musicianship isn’t there, and it is. Something tells me that this wasn’t recorded live, but it feels like it was and it’s all performed really well. From a moment-to-moment perspective, everything is in its right place and happens when it’s meant to happen. When the album gets heavy, it feels heavy. When it gets tense, it gets tense. If it needs to hold focus on a moment, Opeth pull back enough to give that moment space. Even if some shifts are a bit jarring, overall the album’s order and length of things makes a lot of sense, and the musicianship helps make that the case.

In a way The Last Will and Testament argues for approaching it as a specific thing, but maybe not what it thinks it is. Considering its various changes and drama and all that, the album comes off more as a compact musical framed as a concept album performed by a prog band than it does a prog album. Perhaps it works best thought of as that rather than anything else.

The Last Will and Testament is also Opeth doing whatever they feel works best. It takes from history and looks forward. However, even though my claim of it being a compact musical, ultimately it’s best to go in expecting music. There are parts that are dense, parts that aren’t, and it goes through a few forms.

Overall there’s a lot of good here, but for a number of reasons it’s going to be divisive. I don’t know if I can out-and-out recommend The Last Will and Testament. I also don’t know if I can say it’s not worth the time. It is pretty upfront, but it’s also not immediate. It’s not much of a people-pleaser, which is unsurprising, but it does offer quite a lot. Perhaps it’ll take time to work out how worth experiencing it is, and maybe that’s a good thing.

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Something about being unable to access WordPress in 2016

Posted on February 11, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

So this is an overly dramatic bit of writing, or at least a bit of writing that starts overly dramatic, then just gets dull.

I can’t remember what the solution for this was. Mainly waiting, I believe. Not sure why I didn’t publish either, though I’m guessing I felt it didn’t fit or it didn’t feel right to publish due to how it reads. I’m still not sure and have been deleting and restoring it, but I’m going to go ahead as I feel it has some sort of historical context that highlights small things feeling really large and agitating due to how much stock we put into them. To be fair, when I wrote this I’d been churning out stuff pretty regularly and this was my main rambling space on The Internet, but in retrospect I did put too much stock into it.

Anyway, I’ve preserved it as is. Fixed some spelling mistakes, but otherwise, yeah. Left all of its A bit of writing from nearly nine years ago now.

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Oh, the joys of the future that is the present as it is currently current at the moment. So much joy. So much happiness.
I CANNOT ACCESS MOST OF WORDPRESS AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY.

For some reason it still works on Internet Explorer.

It was still working yesterday afternoon and evening and as of this morning it has decided to upend most of itself and it’s rather frustrating in ways that I cannot begin to describe, except by describing them, as is the way of things sometimes…

So I have a problem and that problem is that for some reason, most of WordPress is currently unavailable to me. This is something that I find more frustrating than I should as it’s not a major problem in the grand scheme of things. I have ways around the issues, but it’s not something that I should be forced to rely on.

I can’t read anyone’s blog, go on the forum to ask about it, or access the dashboard as it is continually timing out.

I have a feeling it may be a problem with either my browser (due to Internet Explorer allowing it to work and therefore being my current solution), or the connection in the house. I don’t know which.

When I did use IE to get to the forum, I saw a number of posts about the same issue though, so I may not be alone with this one.

It makes me wonder if there are compatibility issues occurring at the moment.

If that is indeed the case, I hope they are resolved soon.

However, as just said a moment ago, I believe it is more likely to be an issue at my end.

Well, I hope it is, as then I can solve it quickly.

Well, at least solve it myself.

For now, I can still use the non-dashboard based editor to still upload, but I do not feel comfortable with it.

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Two Bits of Unfinished Rambling

Posted on February 11, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

Here are two bits of writing; one from 2016 and the other from 2018. They’re not good and I have a fairly good idea as to why I didn’t share them (work starting or something along those lines), and I should probably trash them, but I’m not. Sharing them instead due to some sort of archival relevance or something. I don’t know.

The first one was shortly after my return to call centre work. I’d felt I’d escaped at the end of 2015 and had to return to it in late 2016, and that sucked but you pick up work where you can. I feel that, when it came to the writing course bit, I was probably far too critical and it’s just a mean thing to say.

The second one was early in 2018 and is more transitional. It was written not long before I was crashing in an attic for a few weeks before crashing at another place due to tension developing over years finally becoming too much. It was also not long after spraining my wrist on a field trip with UNSW and their complete lack of logging it anywhere. There was some good at the time, but it was an angry and introspective period. Both bits of writing share that background, now that I think about it.

I hope you enjoy.

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2016:

And to those who want to see something amazing: Go outside of the city one night and check out the sky.

Sure, it might not look like the cover of a sci-fi book, but it truly gives you a sense of how small and insignificant you are whilst instilling a strong sense of awe and beauty as your mind tries to find a way to truly comprehend the vastness of it all instead of making a few slight variations with a different paint job.

I could probably say anything about Meshuggah and their new album that would be blowing smoke up their ass, using phrases that make little sense (“It sounds like Refused playing Tool covers using meat grinders in a sterile lab in the fjords”) unless viewed in some obtuse, oblique manner strictly for the purpose of fueling my pretentious leanings because I took a writing course and need to try and strangle it for all I can before people realise that I’m a two-bit hack.

So here I am, sitting at my desk at work, waiting for a call to come in and hoping that I can get this finished before I head home tonight, because I’ve missed writing and haven’t wanted to put it off for as long as I have, although I do have to admit that it has not been that long, but quite frankly that’s beside the point as I have missed writing my pointless drivel for the few days that I have not written anything. Therefore, I am writing now simply because I want to write and I am hoping that I come up with something that is worth reading. If I don’t, then it is business as usual and nothing really changes. If I do, then, well, everything changes and this will never be the same again.

That would really cause some differences to become apparent and I have no idea as to how I would cope with such a shake up that would occur. It would really be some sort of new and unexplored world that I would be opening the doors.

2018:

The hands are darting once more across the keyboard of infinity to try and find some sense of reason and accountability within all the things that I strive to look for in a piece of text that contains some sort of quality meaning that you will be able to drag out of this if you, the reader and my very exalted audience are able to do such a thing.

Of course, there is a grand canyon of depth and brevity to cross, but that is the way of things when you are trying to get something out that is good.

I think I’ve worked it out and the ratio works out to be about four sentences of quality writing for every three-hundred bits of writing that I write.

Perhaps that is not exactly the case, but that is the ratio that I have worked out and consarnit, that is the ratio to which I shall stick.

My wrist is still feeling the effects of the spraining event, but it is getting better… I think.

I could be wrong there, but it does feel as though it is slowly recovering. Writing this quickly probably does not help its recovery, but right now I do not care, for I desire to look for what it is that I am looking for and that does mean that there will be a lot of writing to get through. Besides which, my wrist is handling it much better at the moment.

Yesterday I went bushwalking into the Kuring-gai chase national park and it may have been a little too hot to do so. I came out sweaty, exhausted, feeling as though I was going to throw up and feeling like I should have given up. However, I survived and I bounced back pretty quickly. I have nothing to complain about as I brought it upon myself.

Besides which, I saw two goannas and that was pretty awesome. Got a few photos of them as well (here’s one of them).

When I got home, a new lens had arrived and now it is sitting on my camera. My camera is a Canon 60D. The new lens is for a full frame camera.

Oh well.

So I’m sitting here, warming up for the beginning of my shift today. I need to get a bit of work done.

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King Crimson: Industry

Posted on February 11, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

One listen for this one.

Tried to switch off whilst I listened. Didn’t quite work, but I feel the rigidity of the writing represents the song quite well.

King Crimson’s “Industry” is from Three of a Perfect Pair.

I hope you enjoy.

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Pitter-patter pattern percussion plays precisely as bass pulses alongside. An eerie lightness fades in and out, creating a vague notion of further shape. More sound comes in, buzzes about, and the bass starts breaking the pattern, if only slightly. But it seems to be as though something is moving underneath it at specific moments.

The bass seems to grow louder, and this space has an eerie peace to it. It seems silent, still, peaceful in routine and it is quite uncomfortable. A sudden strike on the bass that becomes more frequent. It lashes out for a moment and the percussion follows.

The bass and percussion lash out more and more, and guitar more apparently guitar lurks lowly at cold angles, cutting and drawing long. The percussion rolls in starts and stops and, along with everything else, or at least most of everything else, becomes harsh, jagged, mechanical almost. That low bass remains steady, however. Unchanging whilst the other sounds continue their rigid drive.

Much of it fades away; the percussion and basses remain. Soon a new buzzing comes in, and it buzzes and quietly sends off an alarm for a moment, and scraping cold whilst tubes flow, and sounds clank and crash, and whir and slide across, and through it all there is some sort of sadness, or perhaps despair at what has happened.

Peaceful sounds seem to mourn at what they see, and what else remains seems to grow quieter. The bass strikes out less; the bass plays its low notes, and occasionally there’s a thing here or there, but it’s all winding down, growing quiet, and the last bass pulses play out and the song ends.

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Cheap Shitty Coffee: A Ramble

Posted on February 11, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

Alright so I just churned this out to express some thoughts to a friend about cheap shitty coffee. I’ve been reading On The Road for an essay I’m working on and it struck me as to how American the book is, and then I started thinking about shitty coffee and I messaged my friend, and he said something, and then I told him I’d give my thoughts and rambled out the lengthy below, which I might turn into an essay with proper editing and all that. Really work on my thoughts into something a bit more tangible.

Decided I’d post it here though because it has something that I feel is worth thinking about.

I hope you enjoy.

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You know, there’s something about a cheap and shitty coffee that’s affordable, and perhaps much more appreciable, if not in the moment but rather in retrospect, than a good coffee that’s pricey.

I’m somewhat nomadic. Sure, I’ve a home base and, due to how expensive it actually is to go anywhere, stuck there more often than I’d like, and thus limited to driving up to a few hours away from Sydney, but I love being able to move. I love being able to travel and get away and the sense of space and isolation that can come with it. I love getting up at horrible hours and going, and the silence of being away from the city and continuing to move.

I love traveling, essentially, and whilst I prefer a comfy bed, I’m not averse to sleeping in the boot.

But you know, you get up early, you find somewhere to eat, you get a coffee if that’s your thing. But the coffee is more expensive than it used to be and you’re wondering why, and there’s some pretension of artisanal bullshit going on but it’s just a coffee. Sure, you’re perched at a table getting some rest, but you’re also on the move. You don’t want to necessarily be sitting there, pondering darkness.

The last time I had a cheap shitty coffee was back in 2018. I was in Melbourne with my partner, and one of the last places we had breakfast in was this café that seemed more like one of those truck stop diners you used to occasionally find along a highway in NSW. You probably still do if you go far enough, or at least far away enough from a highway. This was near the heart of the city, and it felt like truck stop food and coffee, or at least what I perceive as being that, and it wasn’t great. It wasn’t bad by any stretch of the imagination, but the coffee, at least, was not great. But it was affordable. It did what it needed to. We ate, we drank, we left.

Shortly after getting my red P’s (about two-and-a-half weeks after) I drove down to Melbourne via Wollongong and The Hume. Wollongong to meet up with the person I co-run Culture Eater with, and it added some time, but it was nice. Made my way to The Hume after, drove along. No diners unless I wanted to take a detour, and that was not something I wanted to do, so the only other options were the developed rest areas with service stations and food places that seem more like a trap than a place to rest. I didn’t risk it; I think I got some food at one in the late afternoon, and stocked up on snacks at one earlier in the day, but I’ve been to enough to know that what they provide is not great. It’s acceptable for the road, but it always feels like a plastic representation of something genuine. A pale imitation of the roughness that seems to sit much better.

It was roughly the same for the trip back, though I did get coffee at some point and it wasn’t great and it was overpriced. An unpleasant experience.

Coffee has become such a widespread thing over a long, long time, but getting a good coffee still remains difficult. Getting a good coffee at a reasonable price more so. I spend a lot of time in Newtown, and getting something good here feels like a gamble. You spend a lot of money and then try to convince yourself that this overly milky thing you’re drinking is good, because you’ve spent a lot of money on it so it has to be good. It cannot be bad. But finding a café in Newtown that does good coffee, let alone good coffee at a reasonable price, is a shot in the dark. A suburb does not mean coffee is good; it just is a suburb, and coffee might be there.

On some of my trips out to Bathurst, and just the mountains in general, it has become difficult to get a shitty coffee at a good price. There were places, but slowly as the suburban culture has crept its spindly tendrils into areas to forcibly change what they were, the quality of coffee has kind of increased in some areas to something that’s generally decent, but the prices have also gone up. Yeah, great, but I don’t want to go on this journey to have breakfast. I want to go on this journey to travel. I know I know, people visit areas and all that, they need to be catered to, but some of it feels inauthentic in a way, and maybe it’s the price. It’s difficult to get shitty coffee at a reasonable price in Bathurst too.

So why a shitty coffee anyway, other than what I’ve said? They’re awful in the moment, but you get one that’s affordable, as in reasonably priced, and what are you going to do? Complain? A shitty, affordable coffee is a good coffee, and generally much better than a good coffee because it does exactly what it needs to. You go into a place that serves shitty coffee; you don’t get to complain about it. The purpose is not flavourful experience, though it certainly is that; it’s to have a coffee that’ll keep you caffeinated, to jolt you awake if necessary as the first pang of bitterness caresses your taste buds. It’s there to give you some time to plan your trip out, to see where you go and keep you going. It’s purposeful, and if it’s cheap, it’s better. You sit down, you have it, you leave. Maybe you take it with you and leave, though it might be better to sit, just in case it works your insides too well.

But the cheap and shitty coffee is a dying breed, and as the travel along the road changes into something more artificial it becomes a forgotten part of history. As coffee culture changes and shuns the shitty coffee for something pricier and no less shitty, the honesty of the cheap and shitty one is lost to a truth that’s self-delusion.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1454: Rather Intense Storm

Posted on February 10, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

There is one rather intense storm going on outside. I’ve seen some pretty heavy ones recently, and within the last few years, but this is something else. Just no reprieve. No break. Continuous sheets of noise as a thick veil hammers on down on.

It’s reminding me of a storm back in late 2014 or early 2015. I suspect it was more likely the former due to how busy it was in the latter, but. that’s not important. It was so intense work was evacuated. We were actually pretty safe where we were, but there were people I worked with who didn’t know if their homes were going to be safe, and so fair that we closed early.

I went home and home as fine, but I lived in an ideal location. I know others didn’t. But whilst at work you could see the storm pretty well, and it was pretty heavy, and so is this one. I get the feeling, however, that if this one keeps up its intensity, we won’t be evacuated, which is fine for me, but I worry about others.

These are dangerous times that we are quite willingly sprinting into, and it worries me quite a lot. This weather is increasing in its regularity and it might just keep increasing. Might become more extreme in differences between rain and dry. Those changes that we all don’t think about and forget are happening over time due to how memory smears.

But this is heavy, and this is intense and violent and the rain is thrashing away, cutting through the air, filling the streets to form one massive body, and it is easing a little but it remains violent. It remains heavy and it seems destructive. It seems like it’s going to cause a lot of problems, and so there needs to be care and consideration for what is going on.

These are times where we really need to look out for each other in whichever way we are able to, and we probably won’t. Not enough people will look to see if their neighbours are okay. Plenty will, of course, be okay, but there are also going to be people who are going to experience some sort of setback from this. Do we just leave them be, or do we help them if they need it and want it?

Yeah, that might be a grim thing to consider, but this is some pretty bad weather, and I’m tired of people not caring. I’m tired of watching things go from worse to worse, and nothing seems to change and we just make token gestures rather than genuine outreach.

The rain concerns me, and I think it’s a good thing to be concerned. I hope it doesn’t last too long and I hope it doesn’t cause issues, or if it does, they are minimal and easily fixable. But I don’t know if that will be the case, and as much as I love the rain, I feel this isn’t good.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 11:09:28

Bit slow, but a bit more thought out, and this one required it, I think.

Written at work.

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One Thousand Word Challenge 211: Chicken is The Abyss

Posted on February 10, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

Some famous dude once said “If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you if you do it long enough” or something like that, and it left me wondering for a while. It left me thinking about things, and I came to a realisation, and then did billions upon trillions of hours of research to ensure that what I am about to say is irrefutable unless the right amount of research to help further and challenge and shape it comes forward, which it won’t because I was that thorough.

So a while ago I wrote about chickens and the power they have known as a Chicken Bawkade. I also wrote about how their beak P.S.I is comparable to the bite P.S.I of great white sharks, and hope they will be the dominant species in the future, and so, alas, I find myself writing about chickens once more. I find myself drawn to them, for they seem to be the answer to many questions out there, and once more they are the answer here.

You see, when that person who said the thing said the thing, some people think it has something to do with becoming introspect; with looking inward and seeing what lies there, and perhaps unearthing it and accepting it, and moving on to become a better person. However, it turns out that they weren’t. You see, they were going for a walk and came across an abyss, as it turns out, and as it further turns out, when there, they heard a click and saw eyes. Many, many eyes. But this person only saw the eyes after hearing the cluck, and they only heard the cluck after staring into this abyss for a while. Not sure why they decided to do so – maybe they went through a bad breakup, I don’t know – but they were there, and they stared, and they heard and eventually things saw that person. They stared back. The “abyss” stared back.

It is believed that there was a feather and the flapping of some wings, and the sounds of shuffling too, but that is unclear.

So anyway, I’ve looked into this, and perhaps the cluck was a giveaway, but the shape and positioning of the eyes also suggest chicken. So I looked further into chickens and chicken society and all those things, and as it turns out, chickens have the right kind of body shape, bone density and squishiness among some and the right kind of firmness among others to be able to neatly slot in and against each other in large formations to help stay warm, and fit into the right kind of profound physical space. Naturally, when this happens, rather than illuminating it (especially when it’s a space that goes below ground) it darkens, for all light becomes absorbed and denied by the great mass of chicken. As such, where the chickens rest becomes abyssal in appearance, and perhaps ominous.

You get a hint of danger and mystery, and an apprehension about the unknowable, but it’s all just a bunch of chickens congregating to stay warm and stay safe, or perhaps find a way to look into our perceptions of self and make us question what it is that we know of ourselves; to see if we really are able to conquer that which is what we don’t know of ourselves unless we look, or to see if there is anything conquerable at all. However, chickens also like to be left alone, and so if we stare long enough into the abyss, the chickens will find some sort of irritation and discomfort and start staring back.

There is no grand silence, but there is a moment of quiet that seems to run an eternity when we look within, and the chickens are there, looking too. They are looking to see what is true, and they make us think about what we must tear down and what we must accept to become a more honest version of ourselves. To be come a better version of ourselves, but we don’t realise and instead we just believe ourselves to be looking inward without the assistance. We think we look into our own abyss, but it’s there and its external to us, and we look at it without even realising that our fine, feathery friends are looking back, providing guidance, and eventually wanting us to go away.

Of course you need to make sure you don’t stare too long, because if we don’t leave these roosting aves alone by the point where they’re wanting us to leave, they might resort to increasingly direct measures. They might start bawking or flapping their wings and shuffling about en masse, and if it really gets too far, to the point where the person staring into the abyss won’t leave, then they might just move on up and engulf the person into them, thus bringing them into the abyss. For they did not go to it by that point internally, and so the external chicken abyss goes to them, consumes them, makes their world one of darkness and eternity in all directions, and thus they are forced to face that which they had chosen to stare from at a distance.

If you’re going to stare at the abyss, you need to deal with the one internal to yourself. You are now being forced to deal with the internal turmoil symbolically represented by the external chicken, and you need to find your way out of them, but you can’t until you accept that you need to leave and deal with your life.

And so, as you now know, chicken isn’t just the abyss, but it also is the abyss. Until we know to start looking inward without an external indicator of looking inward, we are just staring into a pit that is full of chicken, looking to rest and keep warm, yet providing guidance to our need to realise ourselves and work toward becoming better versions of ourselves.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 16:43:41

Decent speed.

I’m pretty sure I had the beginning of this idea back in 2018, when I wrote down “Chicken is the Abyss”, and then procrastinated. Would remember here and there but never got moving on it, until now. Silly and fun writing.

Written at work.

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Tracks Through a Quiet Space

Posted on February 9, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

A photo from the early morning on the first day of this year. A space with little disturbance. The presence of people at some point apparent, but otherwise feeling still and with little disturbance.

This is my submission into the three hundred-and-thirty-fifth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Exploring Color vs Black & White“.

I generally don’t like doing the comparative thing all too much, and more often than not prefer working with monochrome. Here it’s tough to say if one is better than the other, though I lean more toward the monochrome as it feels more minimal and empty.

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

Tina

Patti

Ann-Christine aka Leya

John Steiner

Sofia Alves

Anne Sandler

Egídio

Ritva

This one is curated by Patti. The next one is curated by Leya.

I recommend joining the community and participating in the challenges. They’re pretty straightforward, allow room for interpretation, and provide a good way to think about photography in general. If not, however, then at the very least you should check out what others submit to the challenges.

I hope you enjoy.

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