November 22, 2014 by Wayne.
meta: I’ve been typing a lot of (private) stuff on DayOne, which translates to less time on the blog, unfortunately. Looking to find a proper balance. Also looking to start writing proper stuff again. Hey, is it too late to get going on that Nanowrimo?
pieces from a past life
Courage takes a long time to brew.
It must be a terrible feeling – knowing that if you’d scratched any deeper, I wouldn’t be here.
It’s not just that, though. It’s all these things we do so we can make it safely to death – all the sitting around and mentally pontificating about sitting around, monologues that deal more in bursts of concept-feelings than actual words, actual coherent strings of axioms.
And interaction amounts to
graphing body language from bytes, reading inflections from the kerning and weights, like
that’s a caustic question mark, an insincere exclamation point, an intentional lack of capitalization to underscore the fact that we don’t actually care
And inaction is disagreeable on the surface but inwardly much easier than attempting to try and losing interest,
that sort of thing.