Scott Walker’s Bolivia drones from my telephone to my left. I’m sitting up in my bed typing at 5.38. Upon awakening, I scrolled through my feed on Mastodon, came upon a toot mentioning @email@example.com, so I put their newest collection on. The music was selected by both the Guatemalan cellist Mabe Fratti and by the Mailtape crew themselves. So far so good! It’s yet another way to discover new music. Apart from the Scott Walker track, none of the other music is familiar.
So, I’m sitting up typing at 5.42. A routine has set in and, as it was in Logroño and even partially in Praha, it affects my perception of time. Yes - the feeling of time rushing! I dislike it and even though I get montones of things accomplished each day, by each evening everything seems a blur.
The only way I knew to break up this meta-monotony before was filling my lifestyle with chaos. If every hour brings a shock, a surprise or a goat headed into the void, time stands still. My mind sticks at each moment. The strategy of chaos will not work if I follow regular walks in the morning, guitar practise, debugging vDNA, Cribbage with dad, composition and refinement of a current piece, etc - the same each day. Is there a middle path? If so, I am unable to come up with it at the moment.
I already feel the weight of Seminole and its small town circle running monotony. I’m sure it contributes to my perception that time accelerates as well as the aforementioned routine. My objective is to get out as soon as possible. Soon is relative, of course. Ruidoso is my immediate goal. Ruidoso or thereabouts. A trip to Praha is in order, also, by or around the end of the year.
Seminole is also devoid of friendships. I shall write Sandy a message after I thurk this paragraph asking when she’d like to have dinner. Nothing contra my parents, but I need to communicate in person with other people from time to time. Communication via internet is also vital but somehow insufficient if it is the only conduit during vast spans of time, or apparently even throughout three weeks. The gaze of another human onto my form’s fleshy bulk refreshes my psyche from time to time. I am still an introvert, por supuesto, but not quite a hermit.
I started an idioms Lakife page - gemini://thurk.org/lakife/idioms.gmi - though there is only one idiom there currently, one that I created yesterday. Behold: