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I was made for the old world, for the flood. I do not come in pairs.
I'm not the man I thought I was. Not the man I think I am. It is deeply disturbing to see a stranger in the mirror. When I lift my hand he does not lift his. When I furrow my brow he shakes his head. When I speak he interrupts.
There is inherent in the human soul or psyche or whatever you call it a dichotomy. I say dichotomy and not duality because in my experience it is more often a conflict than any sort of harmonious difference. I sometimes get along with me. It seems that way, at least. Probably I've only made a truce out of convenience, because I'm hatching some plot against myself or I need to recover from the last one.
This is natural. If you don't live like this you're a liar. If you don't, and you're not lying but genuinely not at any sort of odds with yourself, I admire you but I do not understand you at all. We might derive from entirely separate races. By races I do not mean I come from Canada and you come from Somalia so we're different races. I mean like I'm a dog and you're a mountain.
That's not to say I've never had moments of peace. I'm generally content with my life and with my decisions, in fact. This is the man I think I am. The man I actually am prefers still waters so he doesn't thrash but drowns tranquilly.
God that sounds melodramatic. Really I'm drinking hot chocolate house-sitting for a best friend more wonderful than I deserve. I've got a solid job and I'm writing often which is my only redemption and I have very few complaints at all about anything. I'm too stubborn to suffer a real identity crisis and too easily amused to sustain any kind of depression. Probably I make things sound worse because it makes me feel more important. Whatever.
The world didn't end. It never does.
I'm not the man I thought I was. Not the man I think I am. It is deeply disturbing to see a stranger in the mirror. When I lift my hand he does not lift his. When I furrow my brow he shakes his head. When I speak he interrupts.
There is inherent in the human soul or psyche or whatever you call it a dichotomy. I say dichotomy and not duality because in my experience it is more often a conflict than any sort of harmonious difference. I sometimes get along with me. It seems that way, at least. Probably I've only made a truce out of convenience, because I'm hatching some plot against myself or I need to recover from the last one.
This is natural. If you don't live like this you're a liar. If you don't, and you're not lying but genuinely not at any sort of odds with yourself, I admire you but I do not understand you at all. We might derive from entirely separate races. By races I do not mean I come from Canada and you come from Somalia so we're different races. I mean like I'm a dog and you're a mountain.
That's not to say I've never had moments of peace. I'm generally content with my life and with my decisions, in fact. This is the man I think I am. The man I actually am prefers still waters so he doesn't thrash but drowns tranquilly.
God that sounds melodramatic. Really I'm drinking hot chocolate house-sitting for a best friend more wonderful than I deserve. I've got a solid job and I'm writing often which is my only redemption and I have very few complaints at all about anything. I'm too stubborn to suffer a real identity crisis and too easily amused to sustain any kind of depression. Probably I make things sound worse because it makes me feel more important. Whatever.
The world didn't end. It never does.
Nine By Nine
Internet silliness. Some things you might not know about me, thanks to Tricia.
1. Nine favourite songs. Not only is this an unfair question, but one whose answer varies week to week. Let's say The Rip by Portishead, Portions for Foxes by Rilo Kiley, Crosseyed and Painless by Talking Heads, The Rainbow Connection by Jim Henson, All Against All by The Haunted, Shadow Of Doubt by Yoko Kanno, The Dead Flag Blues by Godspeed You Black Emperor!, A Poem On The Underground Wall by Simon & Garfunkel, Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity by Gustav Holst.
2. Nine favourite deviants. iamafraid (https://www.deviantart.com/iamafraid), imperfect (https://www.deviantart.com/imperfect), screamandsugar (https://www.deviantart.com/screamandsugar), lovetodeviate (https://www.deviantart.com/lovetodeviate), :devS
By Popular Request
What's up with Deviant Art? Who cares. The old version was better. Always. Every upgrade I've been around for sucked, and the next version was supposed to make up for it but then sucked just as hard. Like most "if it ain't broke don't fix it" systems which people nevertheless try to fix, there's no forward movement, only lateral. Progress is not trading one problem for another. But, like I said, who cares.
What's new since last time? I'm employed. It kicks ass. Not the best paying gig I've had but it's in a print warehouse running posters and using car-sized photocopiers and paper-cutters. Mostly it's the people. They hire according to attit
Future Archeologists Shrug
Just a quick journal to let any ghosts left in town that I'm on the haunt over here. I think they call it "blogging" now? What a ghastly word.
Anyway I've finally started compiling all the writing advice I've been collecting and utilizing all these years. I'm serializing it on the b-log and it may run as a column over at TheCabalists (https://www.deviantart.com/thecabalists). I've always enjoyed giving critique, but there are a few cases where I'd just rather link to some pre-written advice. Y'know? Like when some starry-eyed young idiot wants your opinion and you don't want to break their heart (well, not completely), but you also don't want to just blow them off because a lon
Wandering Star
Well. I've moved to Vancouver. We have, the wife and I. Six and a half years married and this is our ninth apartment. It's a nice place, roomy, new carpets, sun-ward balcony for smoking and reading, lots of counter space for the wife. It's only a one bed but it has this wicked almost-closet zone I'm gonna turn into an office / photo studio / batcave. The building is dubious, but I hope it turns out decent enough that we can settle here for a few years. It'd be nice, y'know. Even if I do some interim travelling it'd be deadly to have a home base. I'm getting sick of starting over.
In other news I got to hang out with lost-angle (https://www.deviantart.com/lost-angle) last week
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So, no apocalypse, it's not the end of the world.
Sometimes the things we mockingly expect not to, happen without us realizing them, like a little 'a' apocalypse, a more personal one.
Sometimes the things we mockingly expect not to, happen without us realizing them, like a little 'a' apocalypse, a more personal one.