To start. What is a ‘hiatus’?
Okay, it’s not a full on hiatus. Don’t stress out. I’ve just been a bit daunted by some aspects of being alive in the world.
When a person moves from a house into a different house, you have to pay money to many people for some reason. Just to be alive in a different place than you are currently in. I am doing that.
Financially, I’m living in the pits. The ‘pits’ is a place where little boys and girls feel bad about themselves because their lives aren’t perfect. It’s nice and cozy and invisible. Some people stay there forever because it’s so nice. I don’t think I’ll be doing that, but I feel oddly thrust upon it in a wild wild way.
We’re hanging on the skirts of summer and the lashing steely tips of the cold season bite at our heels with vehement ferocity. It’s a time for little less than reflection and rumination. How quickly these brainstorms turn to full on brain hurricanes and tornadoes. Another reason to run for cover.
Maybe I’m rambling. I can’t remember the last time someone defined ‘ramble’ though, so I tend to exposit until one does. It keeps me warm when I know nothing else can in these particular downpours.
For all these reasons combined, I’m Once Trundling off into a temporary vow of silence. Probably no more than a few days, but it’s a big deal for me. Project Wonderful threatens to revoke my presence there due to low performance. It is discouraging when a free service rebukes you for not meeting their standards.
I’ll come back with renewed vigour. And that’s pretty neato indeed. So maybe I’ll leave it up to that, instead of making bold promises and grand declarations. I was always more fond of show-and-tell than politics anyway.
From the stats, I’m talking to a wall. To myself, I’m building one. This is a brick, and everything can be defined as destiny. Your cup of coffee might as well be a witch’s brew. As I talk, I know this too. It’s been a while since I’ve written anything of value or sentiment or intention, so this is a body of text in the foundations of building foundations. Most people don’t think about these things. I am included in this. Most people take the sum as the whole without looking at the parts and considering them heavily. Well, how wackadoo is that. I just want to know how much I like everyone. I can’t dislike anyone. I try sometimes, and it’s like swimming upstream. It’s not right. I’m a nice guy. I dunno, is that a bad thing? You’d be inclined to say no, but I wonder sometimes. I really really do.