Noises and Ruins
Oh. My. Goodness.
It took me a lot longer to get settled in than I planned. For just a half hour or so, the morning began with aggravation. I get aggravated easily in certain contexts. However, I have re-employed my Ring of Distraction, which has helped me remember that I have been distracted in the first place — and that I can set it aside for a time.
Next, I shipped off to a Starbucks near my upcoming student. They music genre and volume resembled a quiet nightclub.
Have you ever gone to a nightclub? I think they purposefully try to play the loudest, most horrendous music. If you can endure being deafened by something that resembles brainless robots making love, you must not have any standards, and you've come to the right place.
In any case, today at Starbucks, the music was like a mild, quiet nightclub. I couldn't do it. I really couldn't.
So I shipped off to a local library. First, in my car, I forgot my library card that would let me access the internet. Next, I discovered I didn't have a library card for the Philadelphia library system — just the Bucks County system. Now and finally, I am trying to Brain Drain so that I can write at least one other thing. Even still, a security guard is watching videos of interviews with people at shooting ranges. Am I crazy? Is it crazy? Are quiet libraries not really a thing?
I drove by a construction site that had a beautiful mess of ruins and trash and metal and scrap. I pulled over on the side of the road because it was too inspiring not to take a few pictures! I don't think my lil camera does it justice, but here's on image:
I wish I had a fancy camera so that I could share with you the image I saw! It flared up in me thoughts and feelings of some post-apocalyptic wasteland. Why are post-apocalyptic settings so appealing? I would guess that there's something alluring about the grittiness of it: life is hard and people are struggling to survive. I think there's also something compelling about having a sort of fresh start or clean slate: everything has been destroyed, and the people have to piece together a new life from the ruins of the old.
Well, reportedly, a class of children are invading the library in half an hour, so I'm gonna try some proper writing.
It took me a lot longer to get settled in than I planned. For just a half hour or so, the morning began with aggravation. I get aggravated easily in certain contexts. However, I have re-employed my Ring of Distraction, which has helped me remember that I have been distracted in the first place — and that I can set it aside for a time.
Next, I shipped off to a Starbucks near my upcoming student. They music genre and volume resembled a quiet nightclub.
Have you ever gone to a nightclub? I think they purposefully try to play the loudest, most horrendous music. If you can endure being deafened by something that resembles brainless robots making love, you must not have any standards, and you've come to the right place.
In any case, today at Starbucks, the music was like a mild, quiet nightclub. I couldn't do it. I really couldn't.
So I shipped off to a local library. First, in my car, I forgot my library card that would let me access the internet. Next, I discovered I didn't have a library card for the Philadelphia library system — just the Bucks County system. Now and finally, I am trying to Brain Drain so that I can write at least one other thing. Even still, a security guard is watching videos of interviews with people at shooting ranges. Am I crazy? Is it crazy? Are quiet libraries not really a thing?
I drove by a construction site that had a beautiful mess of ruins and trash and metal and scrap. I pulled over on the side of the road because it was too inspiring not to take a few pictures! I don't think my lil camera does it justice, but here's on image:
I wish I had a fancy camera so that I could share with you the image I saw! It flared up in me thoughts and feelings of some post-apocalyptic wasteland. Why are post-apocalyptic settings so appealing? I would guess that there's something alluring about the grittiness of it: life is hard and people are struggling to survive. I think there's also something compelling about having a sort of fresh start or clean slate: everything has been destroyed, and the people have to piece together a new life from the ruins of the old.
Well, reportedly, a class of children are invading the library in half an hour, so I'm gonna try some proper writing.
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