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December 4th, 2006

sqbr: pretty purple pi (Default)
Monday, December 4th, 2006 07:17 pm
(Written on Eowyn, on the train. I was in a very odd mood)

I wake up in a world unstuck from time. I look at every clock and ask: is this the real time? But which time is real? There is the time of yesterday , the system by which my life has ticked for 27 years. There is the new time, the one running the world now. And there is the time in my head, which lies somewhere in between. It is strange on the train. The multirider machine jolts me back, as it stamps my card with yesterday time. We sit together silently in a world gone if not mad then mildly eccentric. The light is wrong, pale & thin, the streets empty (it is a sunday but since I am working altdays seem the same to me). The regular clockwork of the trains careens further into randomness. When we reach McIver we shuffle off in a hopeful stream of jetlagged humanity, directed across paths & tracks I haue passed a thousand times before but never walked until today. Emerging from the shuttle we enter an empty station, our "connecting" trains all gone, the signs all claiming "this platform is not in use".
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sqbr: pretty purple pi (Default)
Monday, December 4th, 2006 08:07 pm
I....

.....I....

..........have a myspace account.

Purely for commenting on my siblings blogs, though I can't do that until they add me *glares at siblings*

Still. I feel dirty. At least I've proven that they don't have to be ugly(*), it's not like I even put more than few minutes effort into setting it up. (EDIT: Ah. The blog is easy to edit. The homepage is nigh impossible. Good thinking, myspace)

(*)People who think mine is ugly are stupid and their opinions invalid. Just so you know.