It’s like a wall, whenever I start a project and then get into it a time arrives where the project no longer exists. Quite extraordinary actually. It’s like I pass through an invisible wall and I’m into another world where I’m no longer blogging. It has to be a combination of ennui and and inability for long-term focus. So the trick is to change things up a bit.
I am going with a voice to text program now. Not that it’s an easier than typing, just that it’s different. Existence as a chore, existence as a joy. Life as a bother, life as a fun game. I have not quite made up my mind on that one yet.
A friend at work who is quite into astrology said Trump is a Gemini. As well as being clever and devious, they are fun and playful.
“Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out every day: massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday of chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without destroying each other, without hating each other to death? As a matter of fact, they do hate each other, but they are not equal to their hatred. And it is this a mediocrity, this impotence that saves society, that assures its continuance it’s stability. Occasionally some shock occurs by which our instincts profit; but afterwards we go one looking each other in the face as if nothing had happened, cohabiting without too obviously tearing each other to shreds. Order is restored, a ferocious calm as dreadful ultimately, as the frenzy that had interrupted it.”
-E M Cioran History and Utopia
I moved out to the country a few years ago, there’s trees and rocks and baby animals, birds singing, sunshine blue sky, flowing water, dew drops on the grass in the morning. One of my neighbors works out of town most of the time, the other neighbor with the noisy kids got a divorce and now some computer gamers live in the house and never come out. It’s quite idyllic.