Time Machine
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Wandering, Times Three
At 24, on weekends (when I had them off) for a while, I took to walking through the too-large, too-empty colorless high-ceilinged rooms of my new house, walking slowly past the new furniture, wondering where my soul had gone. Time stretched into frightening nothingness and it seemed that by walking — slowly, endlessly walking — I could somehow fill that void. It’s easy to find ways to fill up the void. Having a job that you take home nights and weekends, every night and every weekend. Having children. Then having more. Letting life revolve around you, propelling you round and round, always in a different direction, any direction. There are…
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Blame The Blue-Haired Witch
[warning: standard “I haven’t blogged for a long time and this is my lame apology slash explanation” is forthcoming. Scroll down to the good stuff.] Benign neglect, that’s what we’ll call this, shall we? Oh, and my x365 project is going to take me three or four years at this rate, isn’t it? Sort of negates the whole “posting daily” idea. Oh well. I’ll still continue them. Hacking away until they’re exactly 100 words has been rather fun, and certainly the trips into the recesses of my memories have been interesting. When I was nine I was in the 4th grade. Do the math a minute; I need to point…
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Red Red Rainboots
I took a walk in the rain today. That in itself is nothing spectacular: this is Vancouver and it rains here a lot. To avoid rain, one would have to stay inside from mid-September through April or May, and I’m unwilling to do that. Luckily, most people here have a similar regard (or is it disregard?) for rain, and people can be seen out in it all the time. I walked through the neighborhood I live in, enjoying the feel of the drops falling on my hooded head, and the quietness that rain brings. Sure, people are out in it but from necessity, not joy. I was walking in the…