Isn't blogging an old blog system strange? When will this CSM disappear? Is anyone other there reading?
There was this other Wordpress blog born in 2004, and it's still around. Blog derelicts. But that blog author is bringing back from the dead. Renovation time.
I guess I'm doing the same.
I took a walk along an underground complex underneath the city here. Visualise it like large interconnected rooms and lobbies. Fully-lit, glass doors, shiny floors (some of the time), painted concrete walls, decor (some of the time). It's not catabomb-like or anything romantic from some bygone era.
As I walked through this complex on Saturday, there was hardly anyone there. It's hard to impress upon the reader that strangeness of emptiness in such a large space going through lobby after lobby, room after room, corridor after corridor. The lights are on, but no one is around. Even the chair that the security guard that should have been sitting on is empty.
In some way writing in this old blog feel like walking through a purged city. Purged of activity. There's freedom in this. But it's a lot of freedom. A lot of freedom in constricting, if not paralysing.
A Chinese woman asked for directions. I didn't understand her. I could only make a guess what she said. I pointed her towards the wrong way but she did come back round. I apologised, and she said it was all right.
A security guard who only spoke French (I understood what he said) looked at me with a non-expressive face as he gave directions to the trains. It is a suspicious nature, stoic social distance, personal habit?
From down on the surface of the earth we inject the electrosphere with much gnashing of teeth. It comes back down, and the suffering is palpable.
Wars of all kinds, those that include tanks, missiles and UAVs, and those that include the podium are setting the world ablaze. The free kingdom seems to be in a freefall. I couldn't say I told you so, because like everyone, I didn't think I'd see what I'm seeing.
No comments:
Post a Comment