Cables of the Sky

Posted on July 25, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

I took this photo on Sunday last week whilst I walked across ANZAC Bridge. Taken plenty of photos of these cables and probably taken ones really similar to this one, but I don’t care. There was something in this that interested me in terms of pattern and lines, and it was enough to want to take a photo.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. This one is hosted by Margaret of From Pyrenees to Penines, and she has chosen “Colour Monochrome” as the theme.

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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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1521: Waiting for a Meeting to Begin

Posted on July 24, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

Sitting here, waiting for a meeting to begin. Don’t think it’s going to start. I think there’s a chance that the people who organised this are unable to attend, or forgot that it’s happening. Makes me feel important, at least. I’m getting to have meetings to discuss plans and those kinds of things. That’s pretty cool.

So it’s a quiet room. The sound that can be heard is that of my laptop working, and the keys upon which I press my fingers against. This is neat. This is cool. This is boring, but it’s a productive kind of boring, at least.

Sitting here, waiting for things to happen. Don’t think they’re happening. Don’t think things are going to come forward. Don’t want to be spending my time sitting here, and I fear I won’t be notified of the lack of things happening. That do be the way it goes, sometimes.

I could reach out, try to find out what is going on. That’s probably the best course of action. It has been nearly ten minutes. However, I don’t think I will just yet. I think it’s better to wait until fifteen minutes have passed. Give some time, just in case. Bedsides which, there’s still work to be done. There’s still work I need to get out of the way, and I could do that. But I’m also not starting because, if the meeting commences then I can just stop this. If I start work I can stop work as well, but it’s about getting back into the swing. I have less of an issue dropping this and moving on than I do interrupting work and trying to get back into the swing of things after. It’s a balancing act, or something.

Lots of something, really.

So sitting here, typing away. Typing away in silence. A room that is empty. A room that isn’t doing anything. A set of offices that are empty. No one is around. This is interesting, to say the least. Or it isn’t. It just is. A quiet space where people aren’t around, though maybe there are others here and there, looking for where they can come and go. Looking for the space that can be filled, and looking for the space that should be avoided.

Feels like some wasted space here, though it’s a space in flux. Things change and time sees many bodies in one continues line, stretching through an eternity. All massed together, all always separate. Each bit of the past frozen in time, each bit of past a simple snapshot held in frames.

Where to go from here, I don’t know. But it’s nearly fifteen minutes and I’m still typing this, and I think I’ll stop shortly. No one has shown up, so maybe I’ll go looking around, see what is going on. I don’t know. Feels like my time is being wasted now.

Should probably reach out. Should probably. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll find a space to fill.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:00:23

This very much was the stuff of waiting.
Meeting eventually happened though, which was good.

Written at work.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1520: Stuff and Things of Life

Posted on July 23, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

Things are things are things. Sometimes you have things with your things, and sometimes your things are away from other things. Today is good but today will be filled with things that I don’t want to think about… or will it? Yet to be known. Yet to be discovered. Might not be realised until the period upon which one enters reflection.

Not entering a reflection, mind you, but entering reflection, that which is the state in which one ruminates upon that which has passed and their own actions or lack thereof, and wonder what it means and what doesn’t mean something, and all of those things.

So it’s gonna be a day and there will be things. I’m surrounded by things right now and that’s not bad, or at least the things that I am current surrounded by aren’t bad, and that’s good… right now. But I’m surrounded by things and there are things beyond things, and everywhere and anywhere there are the things that I want and the things I don’t want, I figured I’m actually trying to look for stuff.

So what do I do from here?

I guess I should enter reflection and reflect upon my reflecting, then lead myself to wherever the still surface of a lazy flow lies so I can reflect upon my reflecting whilst seeing my reflecting reflecting itself back at me whilst I reflect upon the everything that is nothing that involves the stuff and things of life with which I share a connection with, optional and inextricable. And such is the way that things flow.

Perhaps all this reflection and rumination and culmination into the things and stuff and things of stuff and stuff of things is where I’m not going wrong and where I’m going wrong at the same time and also at the tight time. I don’t know; I can’t say for sure right now. There are a lot of things on my mind, as they say. As I say. As I am saying now, and in throwing together all of everything against nothing and finding something at the end of the reflection, did I not already find a bunch of things I put aside as things that aren’t stuff and not things also, or rather, did I choose not to grab them and follow where they lead?

Probably.

So all of this is to say that, at the end of the day, I’ve things and I’ve stuff and sometimes those are things of stuff and stuff of things and I need to reflect on everything that surrounds me, and also myself. I need to reflect on it all because I know that if I do reflect, I might just learn and if I learn I’ll be good. I’ll be grand. It’s the way of life, as they say. What else they say is up for debate, of course, but this is what they say and I am also saying it, so therefore it must be some other thing.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:40:58

I’m fairly certain that this had the potential to go somewhere that might seem deep. Created a mess instead, but it was a lot of fun.

Written at Dirty Red.

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Shadow Lines

Posted on July 22, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

Long day, about to sleep.
Here’s a photo I took on Sunday.
Lots of lines of shadow.

I hope you enjoy.

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One Thousand Word Challenge 221: Tired and Miserable

Posted on July 21, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

Fighting to stay awake. No cycle today. No riding of the bike. Perhaps tomorrow.

Last night, went to bed. Anxiety went right up. Not enough sleep. Here at work, doing the dance, fighting to stay awake and functioning. But it’s nice outside. It’s nice outside, I’m inside, and we’ve got that all out of the way now so now I can get to the other things, as one does. Excellent.

I feel as though sometimes the day doesn’t keep on going, but you do. Wait. No, I don’t think that at all. Or do I? I don’t know. Everything is indecisive, and everything is spread out across a thousand sprinkles shimmering under a discoloured sky. How it all goes, sometimes. I feel I’m fading and I feel that, perhaps, I just need a good sleep. It’s not what I got last night and I’m feeling it.

Maybe wondering if I’m intentionally setting myself up to not succeed in my goals was a bad idea. I don’t know, but it did hurt, and I find myself missing the comfort of another’s arms. I’m missing being able to just collapse, even though I haven’t felt I can for years, and it’s tiring. I’m tired of feeling like I have to be strong, even though it’s much easier now. but that’s the way things go.

I can see clouds drifting along outside. I can see clouds carried by currents, and I too wish I could just drift right now.

What am I saying? What am I doing? There’s so much day to go still and I don’t have the time to be tired. That’s what I’m telling myself, anyway.

There are times when you’re gonna feel down and there are times when you aren’t. For me, I’m feeling pretty down right now, but I know that I’d rather feel down about things right now in the situation I’m in than whilst in a relationship where I’m feeling lonely, which is what was happening. But it’s still hard right now.

But I’m beating myself up, I guess, or rather reinforcing the hurt that I’m feeling and that isn’t a good thing. I think I just need a break from everything. Maybe that’ll happen sooner rather than later. Don’t know, don’t want to know, don’t want to find out, really. Rather be surprised, but with an actual break and not unemployment.

I don’t want to be writing about this. I don’t want to write about being tired and miserable and desiring a break. I know it’ll pass. It always passes. I know there are things that I can write about that are better than this, but in writing this all I feel I’m doing is beating myself up more than I should, and intentionally sinking myself further into misery. But I feel I’ve kicked my own legs out from under me and, instead of getting up I’m digging further down.

To drift like the clouds, to be directed somewhere and just float on that way… that is a dream. But it’s not an attainable one, and instead I can spend my energy thinking about what it is that I really want.

What do I really want?

I want to write better. Right now I want to write better, and I want to be more inspired. I know I can, and I know that takes time but it’s something that I can attain. I want to write less about my pain and misery, too. I keep saying that, but it is true.

Sometimes you can only write about experience, and sometimes you’re writing about experience even if you’re writing about something else. Of course that’s going to be the case, because why wouldn’t it be? We try to write about what we don’t know and often we do that through the lens our own experiences and learning provides. Sometimes we are compelled, if we find something so overpowering that it covers everything else. What do we do in those instances? We keep on writing, but we try to do something with it.

So I should be trying to do something with it.

Ages and ages ago, the last time I was dumped I wrote a thing about someone getting a bagel with cream cheese. At the time I had a bit of an obsession with that particular combination, and whilst the bit of writing was, quite frankly, crap, I still did something wi0th it. I still tried to do something with the pain and misery I was feeling. I’m not really doing that now, and I think that that’s why I feel like my writing isn’t going much of anywhere. I know there are aspects I can take and weave into something but that’s not what I’m doing, and I don’t know why.

I suspect that, perhaps, it has to do with my dreaming and wondering about where I am going and all that stuff. I suspect that the reason why I’m not doing that sort of thing is that part of me has moved on and is having difficulty reincorporating that kind of thing. I don’t know. But that isn’t a reason to give up.

If I gave up on looking for a better job I wouldn’t be where I am now. It took a lot of time and effort, and it took a lot of work. I can get through this. I can handle having two people stop talking to me whilst I cut a third out of my life (which, to be honest, having those three gone has been great for my mental health); I can handle continuing to push on forward, looking for where the thread lies and following it to something else. It’s hard at times, though. It’s hard after having a low amount of sleep due to high anxiety, and it’s hard when I’m still uncertain about things.

But, at the same time, I have this time and so I should be making the most of it. And I can.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 16:42:53

It was a hard day, today. Ups and downs and it came through quite strongly in this bit of writing.

Written at work.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1519: Pocket Monster

Posted on July 21, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

Pocket Monster is a series of things that happen involving monsters and pockets. The great thing about pockets is that they hold things. The great thing about monster is that it fits in a pocket. Of course, some might think of Pocket Monsters AKA Pokémon, but this has nothing to do with that. This is better AND worse. This is… Pocket Monster.

Pocket Monster is a series of happenings that involve when the monster sits in the pocket. Pockets can hold many things can come in various sizes, which makes them a useful utility to have. I know that some people are often marketed clothes at them that do not facilitate pockets, and quite frankly this is impractical and should be considered unacceptable. There’s nothing wrong with having clothes that look good and also have pockets. Truly, the fashion industry is the real pocket monster.

But sometimes you have a monster that sits in your pocket, and it’s always just the right size for the pocket no matter what. The monster finds its home… in the pocket. And now you can’t get anything into the pocket. Suddenly you need to carry things with your HANDS. That’s just unacceptable. You need to keep your hands free for the ability to engage in locomotive processes that involve the maintaining of balance and direction-based momentum, and if you have, say, a wallet in one hand and your keys in the other and they do not weigh the same, then you might start finding yourself having to correct an unintentional veering, and all because there was no room in your pockets.

This is, of course, undesirable when in a crowded area because it starts forcing changes in traffic flow if you don’t realise, and that can cause delays. People don’t always move in the most efficient flow possible, but plenty try and you don’t want to increase the stressors on those attempts, unless you’re a jerk. So what do you do?

Well, you can’t always remove the pocket monster. Maybe it’ll nip at your fingers, and maybe that nipping won’t be playful. What then? What do you do at that point? Do you try and push it out from the side of the pocket that sits against the body? Those things are firmly entrenched. Good luck.

Of course, there are many reasons why a pocket monster might decide to take to your pocket. Sometimes it’s for a brief rest and sometimes it’s for being able to travel faster by letting someone else do the work. Sometimes it’s for mischief and the act of causing trouble, and sometimes it’s purely to screw with your day. You just have to tolerate it until the pocket monster leaves, of course. They’re too crafty and you are but one person in a cold and uncaring world, all alone, a stranger to your friends. Losing yourself every day.

But sometimes a pocket monster becomes a life friend, and just wants to form a lasting bond in a long life.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:15:17

This is the most inspired thing I’ve written in a while. It came about because I wanted to show a friend something about writing this morning. Asked them to give me a topic, they said “Pocket Monster” and so I went with it and let it lead me.

Now to be clear, this friend is a really good writer for both reading and speaking formats, and speaking is where they mainly work. They don’t do much writing for reading, however, and it’s understandable as to why, but I still try to encourage them to write for that format.

Anyway, I’m happy with this bit of writing. Not great, but a lot of fun.

Written at Dirty Red.

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One Thousand Word Challenge 220: With Perseverance

Posted on July 20, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

Tomorrow morning it’s going to be cold. It’s going to be quite cold. Not as cold as it could be, but cold enough for me to be comfortable whinging about it. But I’ll be fine. I’ll persevere.

Tomorrow morning I’m back on the bike. Been off it more over the past month than I have on, but I have plans so I need to get back on, despite how tired I’ll feel in the morning. Might not feel tired at all. Might get the rest I need. Yet to find out. Don’t know if I want to find out, really. Just rather know. But you can’t win them all.

Right now I’m relaxing and I’m trying to work out how I can spin many words into a few sentences, but with the kind of constraint I’ve got on myself (and my wanting to get this bit of writing done before the end of the playlist) puts me in a state where I must both succeed and fail at that task. Or something.

I think I’ve got to spend more time writing. I think that. I think I’m already running out of things to say and write. Tomorrow will be another day, as they say, but I know that today is forever, or something.

Or something.

Where am I going with my life? What am I doing? Am I really happy? I want to write silly and all I write is serious. I’ve lost my spark. I’ve lost my touch. Tomorrow is another day, however, and tomorrow is another attempt to succeed where I have previously failed. And I’ll fail, and I’ll fail again, and then I’ll fail some more, but eventually I will succeed. Eventually.

I wonder what I’m doing. I wonder why I’m sitting here, typing away when I could be folding clothes. When I could be getting ready for being on the bike tomorrow morning. I need to do that. I need to get ready. I need to prepare for the ride ahead. If I can get out of the house at a certain time, I can ride all the way.

My goals seem so far away. It feels like they’re not going to come to fruition, and maybe I’ve set them so far in the future so as to be able to keep moving them down the road. Maybe to be able to let myself fail, so I don’t have to actually achieve them. I don;t know. I don’t know for certain. I’d like to know, I guess, but I don’t. But I think that that might be the case right now. I’m not scrounging. I’m not knuckling down. I’m doing whatever I want. That can be a good thing and that can be a bad thing, and I think right now that that’s a bad thing.

Well, I’m doing whatever I can within a limited amount of money, but you know.

I think I’m afraid, in a way. I think I’m afraid of succeeding in some fashion, of realising things to a fuller potential. I think I’m afraid of getting what I want and what I desire, and maybe I am. Maybe I am afraid. Maybe I don’t want to succeed in any way. Who am I to say?

I have to wonder, of course, as to how much of this line of thought is worth entertaining. Success is not something to be afraid of, but working out if one is afraid of it is is probably worth thinking about. Probably. I don’t know. Maybe it’s not at all. Maybe I need to give myself a tough love talk, or something. But there are things I want and I’m intentionally allowing myself to wait a while before I get to them. I’m intentionally allowing myself a lot of room to screw things up or redirect, and I can’t say for sure that this is a good way to be about stuff.

That being said, I have to admit that my situation sort of demands that things I want to achieve are far away. It also doesn’t mean I can’t have goals that can be achieved sooner, either. But it still feels like I’m intentionally trying to defeat myself.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll be writing less about myself sooner rather than later. I’m so very tired of it and I keep doing it. Of course the obvious answers is to tell myself to just stop, which is great and all, but right now I can’t. Right now I can’t stop writing about myself, but I am so very tired of doing so. There are other things I want to cover. There are other things I want to get on with, but I feel firmly entrenched, and I don’t feel as though this is going to end. But it does. It always does and one always comes out better off in the end… or at least, that’s the hope. Not always the case.

I thought I’d try and write about whatever before I go to sleep. Didn’t quite happen. But I’m feeling better after this morning, and I hope that means I’ll be good to go tomorrow. Don’t know if I will be, but I do know it’s going to be a cold morning and I’ll likely be cycling through it. Will have to force myself out of bed, but I can do it and I have to do it. I’ve a lot of time before some things are going to come to fruition and I have to make the time between count. If I don’t, then I’m going to get to when things need to happen without much in the way of things to show preparation, and those things will fall through. Maybe I do want to self-sabotage and push things down the road, but at least I also know that I don’t want to. I know that I do want to see my goals come to fruition, and I know that, with perseverance, they will.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 13:46:82

Didn’t feel like a struggle to write which is great. Do wish it was about something more silly, however.

Written at home.

 

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2015 Hurt

Posted on July 20, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

When I think back on that year, it sure did. Not as bad as 2014; Nowhere near as bad. And maybe not that much at all. But I can’t quite remember. And this year has been more similar to 2014 than 2015… at least, in some aspects it has.

2015 was a year that came shortly after I started rebuilding and examining my life, and it came with a lot of wondering. Wondering about where my life was going, whether I should study or not, how much longer I could keep doing my job.

2015 came with plenty of good and bad times. I went to Japan, I went out a bit more, and I started getting more into writing about music. I hung with friends and I tried to enjoy my spare time. I cut that ex out of my life (in a rather immature and embarrassing way), as well as some other people and felt a lot of my anxiety lift. I was still studying.

I also spent a lot of it working and, despite doing it more than prior years, I felt I wasn’t doing much living. I went out, I did things. I went overseas for the first time! For my being poor and working in toxic environments, it was a desire that felt like an unattainable dream for the longest time, so having it happen was great. I got my redundancy but I dealt with the stress and concern surrounding the impending unemployment in the months leading up to the last day of employment. I lost friends, too, and I dealt with all the residual hurt.

I kept thinking a lot about my life, and for all the times that were exciting and active, there were an equal amount staring at a ceiling, waiting for something, anything to happen. Time spent in anguish, wondering if I was going anywhere.

Today I headed out for breakfast. I was well enough this morning so I figured it’d be good to do so. Just sit down and eat and read, then go for a walk and buy bread on the way back to the car. Ate at Duoly Rob, then went for my walk.

I went into Vinnies, found a shirt that fit and decided to buy it, then headed on to where I wanted to go, Blackwattle Bay. I can’t remember the last time I walked around it, but going there was the plan because it had been a while. Easy enough to head back up Glebe Point Road and buy bread on the way back to the car.

On the way I decided to head past where I used to live. Where Ewe and Anna were my neighbours. I know the places were renovated years ago, and even though the condition wasn’t the best when we lived on our street, our prior homes somehow looked worse.

I worked my way to Blackwattle Bay, took photos when I got there. Glebe had been mostly quiet which was strange. Even for a Sunday, it didn’t feel right. There was much more activity by the bay, however, which probably had something to do with how pleasant the weather seemed. I followed the path, saw plenty pf dogs and people enjoying the day.

I saw changes too. Back on Glebe Point Road, a place that Ewe and I knew as chickens plus became something else during our time in the suburb. Now it’s the office for a MP. At Blackwattle Bay, a small wharf that was just there is now a stop for a small ferry. There are, of course, plenty of other changes – Glebe was always going to change further – but these two stuck out to me. I’m not sure I ever felt I “belonged” in Glebe, and whether that was due to my own actions and lack thereof or not doesn’t matter at this point. Still, these changes make the place feel more distant to what it once was, which, ten years ago, was a community pushing out more of what made Glebe Glebe, anyway.

I reached where I was meant to turn and instead I kept on walking. I was considering crossing ANZAC Bridge by foot for the first time in years, but I also needed to use the bathroom. Kept walking, umming and ahhing about going the whole way, thought it might be too much, came across some toilets. Used them, decided to keep walking. I’d come this far, stuff it, haven’t crossed it on foot in years. Having a nice wander.

And wander I did. Sure, it was linear, but it felt aimless. It felt like walking just because. No goal beyond heading somewhere before heading back to the car. It was just nice. It was nice walking along Blackwattle Bay and remembering a time when I almost cycled into the water; it was nice seeing people around enjoying their day. Crossing ANZAC Bridge was plenty pleasant, and so was walking from there to where I parked, no detours. It wasn’t slow or meandering, but it felt it was and I didn’t feel stressed.

During my time living in Glebe I’d wander kind of aimlessly a bit. The destination was always back to home, but often my wandering felt aimless. Probably spent a good deal of that time trying to work things out, to be fair, but it was mainly just because. Sometimes Ewe would join me, and there were some times when it was both Ewe and Anna, but it was mostly just me, and that was fine. But even in that walking, there was a lot of hurt.

It has been more than ten years since 2015 started. It’s 2025, and I’m sitting here in this room, still dealing with getting dumped. I’m more functional than I was a few months ago, and in a way it still hurts, but a lot of that pain left really quickly. I can’t remember the last time I went walking for a few hours just because.

A few months ago whilst I was looking for photos that I wrote about here, I saw a lot of past and I think about now. I have a rough memory of how things were, and how it was a fucked up time of change. Of course things always change, but there was a good lot of it then, but it all seemed so still. Fairly certain I’ve said this before, but whilst there are times then that I miss, I don’t want to go back to them. I value what I have now, and trying to make what once was become what now is would mean I’d have to be fine with going through all the stress and pain, and the staring at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen. All that being fucked up and hurt whilst working on getting better. All that being intense without being tempered. I don’t need it, and neither do my friends. Things hurt now in a way that’s similar to back then, but I’m in a better place.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1518: All the Gunk Cleared

Posted on July 20, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

Doing another run through speed in order to see if I can get a thing written in a quick manner.

I have a plan for today and that plan is ‘get all the gunk cleared and see if I can actually, finally, write something of value’. For that to happen, I’m gonna churn out a lot of crap today. I’m also going to get back on track with working toward wrapping up the blog, because I had a plan and getting dumped was not part of that, and things have derailed so I need to get back on track with that. I need to get back to getting back to getting back, or something.

I feel as though I’ve been dislocated in space and time, in a sense. I feel I’ve been drifting aimlessly and not saying what I’ve wanted to say. I’ve a chance to do so, and what I want to say is… well, not much, really. But I’ve wanted to write things and I had a specific plan, and I think it’s now time to get back on track. I think I’m going to fall behind a bit and I might not be successful, but if I say what that plan is, then I know I won’t do it. So I’ve got to try and get back to that. I think I can, but I don’t know if I can. Only one way to find out, really.

So I’m sitting here and its cold and I’m trying to race forward. I feel like shit this morning, but I’m, going to do what I want to do. I’m going to push on, even if that means that my hands hurt from all the typing rapidly. Today is gonna be a day of crap; a day where I just produce nonsense, and I’ll get that done and then I’ll move forward. Maybe I’ll get some good done, too.

It will be interesting to see how the rest of the year unfold. I’ve about nine months before the end of the blog. Might be less, which means I’m going to have to do some really serious, intense rambling if I want to get everything done, but I think I can do it. I’ve done worse. I’ve done more intense things, though not over as long a period. But we’ll see. It’s always “We’ll see”, really, but we will. I will. Not sure if you will.

But I’ve got a day to conquer and a bit of writing to try and wrap u[p as quickly as I can. I’ve things I need to get done throughout today, and among that will be periods of rest. Need to rest as much as need to be productive. Things keep changing and swirling around, but I think I can see a point where maybe, just maybe, I’ll be okay and be able to achieve something. I hope I can. If not, I gave it a good go.

Just need to ride the next wave.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:26:89

Decent speed. Fast. Bit of meandering, but I got there in the end.

Written at home.

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Shiva Affect: The Bridge

Posted on July 19, 2025 by Stupidity Hole

One listen.

A bit of a struggle to write due to how tired I am at the moment, but I felt the need to get this done. The song has been quite appealing to me over the past few weeks and I felt I could write about it. Not sure if I did well, but I tried.

I was hoping to get more imagery and mood out but that’s not what came forward. Not entirely, anyway. Bits here and there, and the writing feels fragmentary overall.

Shiva Affect’s “The Bridge” is from Yahweh.

I hope you enjoy.

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Descent on a guitar, and it fades. A rise, and percussion, and other strings become apparent. An arpeggio. Patterns forming, and bass comes in with a gentle force. Percussion begins to fill out more, the sounds fill out more.

This seems very much about sound, and could be a dark morning, or a dry day, or a slow afternoon. There’s something moody about it all as it all drifts on and finds its rhythm. Those earlier slow strums join the bass as it and the percussion become more full in a sense, stopping and starting and continuing on. The arpeggio seems to follow, seems to waver in and out, and seems more about its sound and texture than anything else.

More melody comes in, allowing a moment to be repeated until it rises and floats, seemingly fragile in a space quiet of activity. Everything then seems to peacefully descend.

Percussion pulls away and the two guitars are still lowering. Lowering, fragile, holding on a moment, and bass comes in, adding more breadth and drama. Once percussion returns things seem to pick up. Perhaps it is action or a strong wind, or something raging all around. It’s all peaceful and calm, but it all rages in a way. It rages with distance, builds and builds and folds into itself, and eventually lowers. Eventually it goes fully calm, but it feels like such a brief moment. It was there, firmly held, looking to grip, and it is gone.

And that lowering, that peaceful descent returns, decisive, seemingly alone, and okay at the song’s end.

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