Antipodes Day

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Bought some new magazines yesterday, so I look forward to having a look through. The Territory mag looks the most interesting, only because it is chock full of high quality art. It also has the look and feel of a coffee table book.

Today was Antipodes Day. This means that just about everyone gets to have a day off and have a massive piss up on a long hot day. For me, it means peering through thick curtains and then retreating to some shadowy corner grabbing my eyes with both hands, cursing the gods.

Eventually when I get the wherewithal to go outside, I realise I have to travel from one end of town to the other end of town. Twice, because I promised someone a ride… I then curse my patience.

Although it was fun, I am hoping that it rains soon, like a full storm. Or winter comes around about 4 months earlier.

I’m starting to get my writing groove back, which is necessary, because I have a couple of projects to finish and it’s refreshing not to have to stare blankly at a computer screen anymore, wondering what to do next. My flatmate has gone on holidays until the end of the week, which gives me some space. It’s nice and quiet, except for the Six Organs of Admittance playing in the background. There’s no awkward silences, no weird guests taking up all of the space in this place. Right now, I’m at the kitchen table, with a pile of magazines, a wrapped gift and a G&T. This small fact means that my typing feels different. The table is raised by a couple of inches, but there was no airflow at my desk.

Occasionally people send me FaceBook requests. I have never visited the site. Not once. Not even accidentally. And I must be that small handful that doesn’t. I guess my thought behind this is that I really do not get along with a lot of people. Everyone I consider my friend, I have discovered and met face-to-face. I don’t care for people that think they can be my friend, because they saw my profile online. They know fuck-all about me. They only know what I release on the internet. And by running my own site negates the need to sign up to dubious terms of service that makes me wonder if they ever sell my likes and dislikes onto some marketing service. Various people say “you should go on”. Those people do not know the internet as I see it. These people jump on to any fad and I don’t know why. Maybe they’re searching for something that fills their own personal black hole that will give them fifteen minutes of meaning in their lives. But I don’t really care. I’d rather have a hungry pit in my heart than just jump on board with the crowd. And if it became such an extreme situation where I had to choose a life of loneliness or friends through an online medium. I would live and die like Henry Darger.

Anyway that’s about all from me tonight. It’s getting late and it’s begun to cool down somewhat.

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