I actually need to make very little physical effort today to move people - Naphta reminded me "he who controls the words, controls the universe". It is like that, not pompously; life is like that. In life we constantly channel others; every person is a medium. We communicate to people on the internet, the good ones will respond to you in a "normal" way. Don't try to look for anything else, people.
I ultimately also talk so much on the net because of my looping autism and schizophrenia stopping me advancing in real life. Additionally because I have nothing truly hidden. So every day is a chance to do it all again. To look for new openings. I'm a regenerating zombie. Doesn't have to be Grandmaster chess, that's not what most of us are looking toward. You have to keep your wits about you, and that's what "Lost In Chaos" is about, really. Because it's like that. Life's like that. You live thirty years as an able-bodied, upwardly mobile student of music, then in the next two years you feel like you've hit 60, then 90. All at once. Total shelving paralysis. Your body is cut in half. Feels like you've been shot down the spine with a nail-gun. You cease to exist any more. And it is like something has really died, that sense of shock.
But all through it, the electricity meter keeps ticking. Bills keep getting paid.
It's an overdramatised way of saying that stretching might be my past time of 2020. It's fun
Yeeeeah Baloo, now where's that tree to scratch up against...
I ultimately also talk so much on the net because of my looping autism and schizophrenia stopping me advancing in real life. Additionally because I have nothing truly hidden. So every day is a chance to do it all again. To look for new openings. I'm a regenerating zombie. Doesn't have to be Grandmaster chess, that's not what most of us are looking toward. You have to keep your wits about you, and that's what "Lost In Chaos" is about, really. Because it's like that. Life's like that. You live thirty years as an able-bodied, upwardly mobile student of music, then in the next two years you feel like you've hit 60, then 90. All at once. Total shelving paralysis. Your body is cut in half. Feels like you've been shot down the spine with a nail-gun. You cease to exist any more. And it is like something has really died, that sense of shock.
But all through it, the electricity meter keeps ticking. Bills keep getting paid.
It's an overdramatised way of saying that stretching might be my past time of 2020. It's fun
Yeeeeah Baloo, now where's that tree to scratch up against...