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Without Weather
Oct. 3rd, 2013 08:59 amOnce upon a time when I was the goddam Queen of France...
Miles and miles and miles away from any kind of happy place. I'm not feeling up, and I'm not feeling down. I'm not feeling happy, and I'm not feeling sad. I suppose the operative term for what I'm feeling is "without weather," a useful term coined by the otherwise regrettable writer John Barth.
I feel absolutely paralyzed in some deep metaphysical sense. Not sure whether this is a reaction to the institutional bloodbaths of last week, Carp's passing or the seasonal changes. Autumn is the most most melancholy season. The changing color of the leaves is truly spectacular in these parts, but it presages the coming of winter, which I have a gut feeling is gonna be really tough this year.
I dunno.
I guess I'm thinking, What is the point?
Of course there really doesn't have to be a point other than the fact that Rutger and the Meezer like to be fed, and I am the contractual supplier of kitty treats.
Before that, I was the contractual supplier of Max and Robin treats.
Before that, I'm not really sure what I was.
Sending the afternoon hanging out with Bill and Heidi in the city, and that should be fun. Hopefully it will penetrate this strange psychic Van Allen belt swaddling me.
Miles and miles and miles away from any kind of happy place. I'm not feeling up, and I'm not feeling down. I'm not feeling happy, and I'm not feeling sad. I suppose the operative term for what I'm feeling is "without weather," a useful term coined by the otherwise regrettable writer John Barth.
I feel absolutely paralyzed in some deep metaphysical sense. Not sure whether this is a reaction to the institutional bloodbaths of last week, Carp's passing or the seasonal changes. Autumn is the most most melancholy season. The changing color of the leaves is truly spectacular in these parts, but it presages the coming of winter, which I have a gut feeling is gonna be really tough this year.
I dunno.
I guess I'm thinking, What is the point?
Of course there really doesn't have to be a point other than the fact that Rutger and the Meezer like to be fed, and I am the contractual supplier of kitty treats.
Before that, I was the contractual supplier of Max and Robin treats.
Before that, I'm not really sure what I was.
Sending the afternoon hanging out with Bill and Heidi in the city, and that should be fun. Hopefully it will penetrate this strange psychic Van Allen belt swaddling me.
