I made it to the ridge but there’s no light here. Turns out it was coming from a vert way out beyond the plain ahead of the ridge. I’m exhausted from the trek up but hey, it was worth the discovery I suppose.
So. I’m on my way to find out what this flickering light is on the ridge. It’s already taking me what, 1..2..3… 4 rotations? This really better be worth it, what with all the energy this is taking. Being held hostage in a mortal body really grinds my multidimensional gears.
I dreampt I was living another life again. Or maybe it was a memory, a distant fragment of time or a place. It’s hard to tell when your dreams are multidimensional, let me tell you.
I was on the run, deep in an impossible city.
I felt like writing a short story based in the same narrative universe as a novel I have started writing but haven’t spent much time on recently. I’m hoping this will spur me into wanting to write more of it.
I’d like to delve into the mental side of how the pandemic has affected me so far. I find doing this kind of introspection useful, and I think analysing my own mental health in the midst of such an historic moment will be interesting to look back on and laugh, cry or most probably cringe.
So it’s about time I wrote about this jolly ol’ lockdown/pandemic/end-of-world thing.
I would say it’s going about as well as you’d expect.
What is happening around the world really is incredible and surreal and of course, unprecedented.
I’d like to recap what lockdown has meant for me personally in the last few months since it began.
I’ve been thinking about what I want to built in the next few years.
I’m really attached to this idea “to build a creative and open technology community”. I see it in projects like Urbit and I really think I want to be a part of them.
I haven’t made much progress on my plan to take a detour in my life. This is in most part due to the fact that there really is no rush whatsoever. Life continues under lock-down and moving won’t be sensible until travel is no longer potentially a danger.
It’s time I start to plan this escapade to move abroad. I feel the need to throw caution to the wind a bit; I don’t want to over complicate this, especially as it tends to be a fairly complicated thing to do.
I’m feeling pensive this evening so I wanted to capture something that I’ve been thinking about recently.
I keep thinking about these imaginary ticking clocks counting up from several different moments of my life, each significant in that they represent a change in direction or job or location or relationship.