*Entered: in vim on studio PC* |
*Date: 20200901* |
*Soundtrack: Xasthur - Telepathic with the Deceased album*
The weather is cooling off. It is 50 degrees F outside as I type
this. This is the season when I was initially laid off from my
job of fifteen years. It has been a long year just about since
then. The world has changed. My outlook has changed.
My projects and focus has changed. Electronics and gadgets seem
meaningless. Interfacing with the bulk of mankind seems likewise.
What will the future hold? We know for sure that November will
turn the world into a more chaotic place. How much of that will spill
into a small town? Who knows.
I am surrounded by musical instruments in this room. Maybe I'll take
a break and play some? Perhaps it would be a nice distraction?
