5:17 AM - My Studio
… software update, twiddling my thumbs if thumb typing is a form of thumb twiddling… Tom Paxton last night at TC, fun show, familiar with a number of songs… T the new box office manager, played at open mic, offered job… harvested ducks yesterday, cute and cuddly one minute, headless the next, i stick with my commitment to kill at least a few of the animals i eat…
7:47 AM - Trax Coffee Shop
… slow walk down Main Street, had it in mind to go further but back was bothering me, decided to stop here… Instagram, Tumblr photo posting done, little response on Tumblr, odd, i have 400+ followers there, would think i would get a few more… R asked me if i was interested in being part of new photography group, i have heard of this group and know some of the people in it, surprised to not have been asked before… two days without alcohol, i feel better… But the enthusiast of separations, seeking paths unhaunted by the hordes, withdraws to the extreme margin and follows the rim of the circle, which he cannot cross so long as he is subject to the body; yet Consciousness soars farther, quite pure in an ennui without beings or objects. No longer suffering, superior to the excuses which invite dying, Consciousness forgets the man who supports it. More unreal than a star glimpsed in some hallucination, it suggests the condition of a sidereal pirouette—while on life’s circumference the soul promenades, meeting only itself over and over again, itself and its impotence to answer the call of the Void.*… and so what?… EMC proposes the condition of perpetual Sunday which he believes would be an abomination intolerable to the masses as it would expose their true condition, meaningless existence…
* E. M. Cioran, History of Decay