week 43; 2022

not much left in this year

  • i think if there was a pill that would kill me in exactly 300 days but had no other symptoms, i would take it
    • it would be so much easier to budget my time if i knew how much i had
    • i’d take all my credit out and quit my job
    • maybe i should just pretend i’m going to die at the end of every quarter of the year
  • i’m sitting outside on the New Bench.
    • a little old lady at the church just invited me inside to see some adults getting baptized. ā€œthey’ve got a bishop coming downā€! i asked coming down from where but she did not know
    • there are a lot of people turning up now. i guess it’s huge
    • wild to get baptized so close to all hallows.
    • i wouldn’t open myself up to be entered by God when there are so many other spirits so close to the Earth
  • a girl at work gifted me a typewriter this week. i’ve written two postcards on it that are on their way to North America. let me know if you want to go on my christmas card list
  • my posts have been late and shorter the past few weeks because i’m far away from myself. it’s winter soon, the nights have drawn all the way in, i don’t know what it will be like. i’ve done poorly in recent winters. i’ll need a project, a routine, a clean and tidy household, irish stew.
  • been thinking about fighting a deer to the death. seems like i shouldn’t eat an animal if i wouldn’t be able to deal with the unalienated reality of it.
  • i like it when you say hello to a dog in the street and it kisses you with a sniff
  • sofia is coming to london for a month. it’s hard to understand what’s right and wrong out here so far beyond tradition. all i figure i can so is be as honest possible and then leave people to make their own decisions, that’s what it looks like i think…
  • i had a dream last night where i was trying to express something to some people in the same dream (we’d all arrived in this one dream) but as i was talking it i stopped being able to speak, my mouth stopped working like it was injected with a analgesic so i made some paper and a pen (we all knew we were dreaming) and i wrote down ā€œdon’t worry about the rules: figure out what you want and then figure out how to get it as quickly as possible while introducing the least amount of new pain into the worldā€ but in the dream that only took 9 words
  • can you believe it’s only 6p.m.?
  • bye