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Low hum of portable fan innocently left running uselessly through the night. It sits on the floor of a nook of a room dubbed the living room, despite the fact that we live in all the rooms. But you know how a label and/or phrase can catch on: repeated by enough others often enough to become reality.
(And even if if/when it's not a reality, who's going to blink first about its reality status, therein becoming the disquieting annoyancer who can't just leave well enough alone?)
(Quickly looking back and seeing it in its context (because it was added later), that parenthetical itself is pretty danged annoying, first for probably being barely decipherable, and then for wrecking what was some halfway decent flow. But I've pretty much committed to it staying despite obviously (this here parenthetical) admitting to at least a molecule or two of regret.)
I'm here from the bed upstairs by way of a long, narrow, somewhat dangerous staircase. I downed the required couple meds, hit the bathroom, fought my way with several glasses of water through a bout of, um... "porcelain cling". I traveled the laptop back to the living room, circled back to the kitchen for a handful of vitamins, and to reheat a couple leftovers.
Brought that food and a glass of water and a small cup of room temperature coffee (I've come to prefer it that way) to my living room perch, leaning back, legs spread out across whatever this appended jutting out of the couch is called.
<Deity>, enslavement to words can get tiring *real* fast.
I mean, think about it. All that happened fairly effortlessly. But trying to describe it felt like a skirmish that could have easily gone horribly wrong. In fact, jury's still out on that given I'm merely partway through this sentence with plenty of infinite vi buffer to pollute.
And, of course, while typing this am I - or the attention "I" call "my" - missing out on my surroundings, missing out on a here and a now.
But, no, that's not quite correct either. There is no escaping here and now, but a tuning (or is it a filtering?) of its content.
Is there a better or a worse? I'm talking about experiencing surroundings versus experiencing typing as physical vehicle to stuffing previous surroundings experience into words.
Is the latter worse, or just different?
Is it better to experience a view, or to experience taking a photo of a view?
I don't know.
(That kind of raises (haha) the possibility that all photos are pr0n for being stand-ins for "the real thing", ahem...)
But, then, why differentiate? Why not simply (well, "simply"... <coughs>) take all as the same save for the labeling of it?
Sorry for bringing my own drink, bartender. Can I spot you a quarter for the Galaga machine and we call it even? Surely these ravings giving other patrons more reason to drink counts for something?
Hey Inquiry,
A Galaga machine sounds badass. But at the risk of being an annoyance to other patrons, I'd love to see a pinball machine installed. Midnight Pinball! A lofi, browser-bases "pinball" to play in browser. Has this been done? idk. Maybe Midnight can pioneer it.
Surroundings are good here. Farmington has a slow way to it, so the surrounding areas slow, calm, quiet from when I look to my computer to when I look away. I see what you mean though, travel bloggers likely could be better travel bloggers if they looked around at the aces they traveled to. Instead of 110% screentime all the time, lol
Here's to finishing Luke warm coffee and thanking the Dogs of Blog that my wisdom tooth extraction and molar extraction went well, mostly painlessly, and is healing better than extractions I've had in years past. Healing nice! :)