Words and Spaces
Writing — the words and the spaces between — has its place as therapy and confessional.
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2016-08-31
I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now See more of the people And the places that surround me now -- Neil Peart, Time Stand Still copy A few hours in the company of a lovely woman seems like an instant, but a few hours at work an eternity. There is some - most likely apocryphal - quote attributed to Einstein about that being the definition of relativity. All I know is that it’s true, based on empirical evidence I’ve been collecting of late.
2016-08-19
Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful… that’s what matters to me. – Steve Jobs The last span of days have been challenging in the extreme. The amount of drinking, of thinking, of fretting, and worrying has taken a toll. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. It’s been hard to keep a positive attitude through all this; when your mood is on a rollercoaster to hell, nothing really seems to matter. The simple act of getting out of bed in the mornings takes an exhausting amount of motivation.
2016-08-08
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” ― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967 I walked around the local cemetery yesterday, camera in hand, heart on my sleeve.
2015-12-21
Sometimes it’s best not to know what’s behind the curtain; the facade is pleasing to the eye for a reason, and once we look behind it we start to get jaded and cynical. In more introspective moments, I can trace the growth of my cynicism. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop, never expecting anything to work out because it seemed safer that way. Less chance of being disappointed. Less chance of getting emotionally invested in what was bound to be a failure.
2015-12-14
Winter - the snow has yet to fall, so everything outside is dull and lifeless. Snow would cover it up, reflect the light, make things seem better. The temperature of late has been like my mood - up some days, and then down others, and liable to change at any time. The days chart a curious cadence - some fast, some slow. The gloom is almost tangible.