Entered: in vim on studio PC | Date: 20200901 | Soundtrack: Xasthur - Telepathic with the Deceased album
The weather is cooling off. It is 50 degrees F outside as I type this. This is the season when I was initially laid off from my job of fifteen years. It has been a long year just about since then. The world has changed. My outlook has changed.
My projects and focus has changed. Electronics and gadgets seem meaningless. Interfacing with the bulk of mankind seems likewise. What will the future hold? We know for sure that November will turn the world into a more chaotic place. How much of that will spill into a small town? Who knows.
I am surrounded by musical instruments in this room. Maybe I'll take a break and play some? Perhaps it would be a nice distraction?