We will always, all of us, be looking.
We will, all of us, always be looking.
Expanding internally doubles the lifereach. To expand outwardly is an extention, yes; it also garners more pleasure. But to expand internally is to…I don’t know. I know there should be little paintings for these things I say. Maybe I’m supposed to be illustrating this? I have enjoyed it very much to include the watercolored, inked-in storytelling feel on the paper-too-weak for the burden of the pigment journal I made this year. A side-note it has seemed, but I reached a part of myself I’ve not had had the chance to experience or see if not for the strange “bad luck” of anyone and everyone all year. That comet is insanely poised. Imagine me painting that comet coming down in a pristine indigo, star-lit sky of purity and violence, just like we have now, down here below. Everything here is placed just so perfectly for interpretation.
I watch all non-music videos on YouTube at 1.5x speed. I wonder if a lot of people who wished other people would talk faster know about this tactic. It reduces the holes in the gap of my interface by 2x less open. I can concentrate. It’s true and I don’t know who else needs to apply this in their life. People should be allowed to progress on their own terms at this point. We have the technology. Let it serve us. If I can learn 2x as fast and stay interested because the video is sped up by 1.5, then someone can learn 2x as fast if it is slowed down by 1x. Someone can learn 2x as fast if it is 2am, not 2pm when they read the materials. We have 24/7 lives now. Let those live life the way they want to. Some asleep, some awake. There’s room for us all. We have dark empty places that should be filled with light. Technology can serve us better now. We have to somehow demand that we be allowed to use it as individuals to our personal advantages. That is fair. The pandemic is a good opportunity for this to gain power and momentum.
We can’t all be around each other. Not at the same time. Just stay the fuck away from me, people. I need a vacation, and I fear none is coming for quite some time. I want to go to Zion and put my feet in that river, but everyone’s got nowhere to go, so all the places like that are packed, or closed, or impossible. I have begun to fret the boredom. I do need a something-something. Maybe just a road-trip through southern Utah for a full, long day? No. I have a bad feeling about it. A bad, bad feeling; no joke. Ok, respect the feels. Wait.
It’s a shame I haven’t been copying this blog into pages of a book. To have and to hold. Something so reasonable for me to accomplish, too. Maybe that is a project for some other year.
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