December 11th, 2005


Hollow Days

I told myself that after the insanity of the last couple of days, I'd take a leaf out of Hotblack Desatio's book and spend the day dead for tax reasons. Waking up to a digital clock running backwards ("Wait, last time I looked it said 12:53 and now it says 12:45"), more bleary tiredness than anything I can work with. Out, for a lacklustre breakfast and a chance to see daylight. Not having a window is fucking with my circadians harder than any social life can. Back inside, spending an hour reading Barbelith with nothing sticking, every word ringing hollow and pointless. Dicking around through old online haunts, but there's none of the same community, none of the same wow. I left all of them behind two years ago, when living at home with a day job conspired to eat my life.

horza's just woken up and told me that Hertfordshire has exploded.

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