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Shouting in the Dark

“A reservoir of darkness, black
As witches’ cauldrons are, when fill’d
With moon-drugs in th’ eclipse distill’d.           
Leaning to look if foot might pass
Down thro’ that chasm, I saw, beneath,
As far as vision could explore,
The jetty sides as smooth as glass,
Looking as if just varnish’d o’er
With that dark pitch the Sea of Death
Throws out upon its slimy shore.”

            -Thomas Moore


This blog, and most blogs for that matter, has much in common with my chosen bit of insanity and obsession. For one thing, they achieve basically the same amount of success; that is to say, little if any. For another they both work in the same way. I am a lone man shouting in the darkness around me, hoping someone will listen. Whether that be in the field of short story writing or just this little place with a weird name, I, and many like me, are just strangers in the dark hoping---begging, let's be honest---for attention. Fore some that darkness is only a short hike round the bend while for others…

The Empty Places

For most of my life I have been alone. I don't expect this to change. Loneliness is, at it's core, what do; what I am. There is an inherent loneliness in reading, in thinking and writing. I have always wanted to be alone. I suppose that comes from always living in a madhouse, overflowing with people and animals---we have a family of nine and at one point fourteen dogs. I remember sitting in a closest for hours, alone with my thoughts. Of reading Joules Verne late at night when everyone else was asleep. Of taking long, long walks to god-only-knows where till the sun falls far bellow the mountains on the horizon; something I still do. I remember craving silence, solitude, a place to think, more than anything in the world. A place devoid of all the noise and rushing about of life. A place empty of all but myself. I longed for a place that was mine. I longed for loneliness.I still do. Though now to much different extent than before. I've come to know that I need people as much…

The Fountain Dancers

I still don't know what the hell happened.

Not the best way to start a recount of a moment in my life but I've no other way to tell it. I have no idea what the hell I saw one day in February of this year. Well, that isn't entirely true. I do know what I saw and that's about all I can give you.

So, to begin. It was Friday afternoon in Old Towne Orange. I had just come from my shift at the library, had lunch and was reading Don Quixote in the park. It was a nice day, there was a calm breeze in the still chill air and for once the Circle was quiet of all the cars dangerously driving through the roundabout. There weren't many people at the park, maybe a few couples scattered around. I would occasionally glance up to watch birds flying through the flowering Jacaranda trees, the beautiful citrus scent of the few orange trees was comforting and familiar. It was a very poetic setting. Idyllic, beautiful, complete with a babbling fountain in the center and gentle winds.

It…

Whatever

I've been feeling very unfulfilled, very lonely and angry lately. Feeling like nobody cares, nobody gives a crap. Feeling like there's nothing anymore and that my little basket of worries is starting to overfill, getting ready to topple over once again. I don't feel right in my skin anymore. I don't feel well. I'm tired and I can't stop thinking about how tired I am. I'm annoyed and sick of feeling sick and alone and tired and angry. I'm just done with most things right and I think I need to change something. I need to do something. I don't like this. I hate all this. Whatever.

,,,

I hate this all.

Interesting series to check out

Here is a list of interesting series on Youtube

Welcome to Night Vale


The West Records


Tribe Twelve


Marble Hornets


Eckvanet

Enjoy.

Food

Something that really annoys me is this idea that some vegan and vegetarians that they are in some way superior to those that eat meat. I know that most people don't hold this view but it is one that I encounter again and again. I hear the same sentiments expressed by these people over and over as well. "Well, you know, I don't eat anything that's alive." or "I'd never eat anything that breathes!" as they scarf down every plant imaginable.

The thing with eating is, it always creates death. No matter what you eat, you're killing and then consuming something. whether that thing be a pig/cow/fish or a head of lettuce/beat/carrot etc. Just because plants aren't fuzzy and warm and they don't have eyes doesn't mean they aren't alive. Studies have shown that plants have feelings, they might be able to feel pain. Interestingly plants produce oxygen while all animals, including us, only produce waste and carbon dioxide.

Just a reminder, I…