So I think it’s set. Wow. Ready to move out? Sure. But… wow. It’s finally happening. Something else in a good direction.
Went to go check the place out with my roommate today. And there was a fucking copy of Rainbow Six by Tom Clancy on the shelf in the model. Like it was meant to be. So that’s a thing. By the end of the year I will have a new headquarters. It’s not often you move out on your own for the first time.
And with a blink, August is gone. I tend to differentiate the eras in my life based on the months, because people change all the time. I think the me now is better than the me that started August. I like to keep that rhythm going. But this August was strange. I think I wrote a poem every other day. Was able to get something together. And now August of 2017 is gone and you’ll never see it again. It’s a strange finality in seeing a month like that disappear. I tend to think it’s a bigger-than average deal. Spacetime as a concept is fun to exploit as a writer, but to gaze at its inner machinations and really understand, I’d have to be far above my intellectual weight class. Or just have a lot of time and nothing to do.
Which, if I was talking to some prick I used to know, I’d hear all that and dismiss him as a pretentious scrote real quick.
Here’s an interesting idea on the subject of paradoxes: illusions aren’t real, but the idea of they themselves IS real. I’ve been doing a lot of reading up of quantum immortality and trying to work the concept in to a story idea I’m working on, that horror one from the other week. You should really check it out and while you’re at it look at the multiverse theory.
As an artist, I think it’s a really neat surrealistic tool. Fans of Rick and Morty would like the idea as well, but applying it with originality and finesse is difficult.
Lately I’ve been listening to Deadmau5’s “Somewhere Up Here” and trying to break this cycle of dependence on others for my art. Words can shake people up. And maybe it’s time I stop searching for words in people and just let it happen. Somewhere up here there’s an idea percolating and I need to get it out. This song makes for good writing music. There’s a story in there.
Because I’m moving out I need to significantly downsize my belongings. I know for a fact I’m not going to have an actual bed when I move. I want a spread or sorts, and there’s a very good reason for that.
I have always had the most comfortable, restful nights of sleep while I was sleeping on the floor of either someone else’s bedroom or the living room. My back issues probably straighten out a little thanks to a very immovable surface there, and that could be part of it, but damn do I find messes of blankets on the floor to be incredibly cozy.
I’m not talking just one or two, I’m talking so many that it makes its own padding. That’s comfortable.
I need to get rid of so much stuff. So many books and pieces of furniture. I imagine I’ll start doing photoshoots with things I’m eventually going to get rid of that have sentimental value. No use keeping something like a massive candle if it only looks cool and doesn’t do much else. I’ll be posting to local marketplaces online this month to make some money on the way.
And speaking of money, I’ve found a place in Tacoma that will carry Radio Reality City. No more details on that yet, but I’m fucking beside myself with finding these opportunities. I consider RRC to be my business more than a part-time job. Though I love what I do to the core, and I love the support I have there, but that’s not the endgame. Radio Reality City is.
As such, I need to learn some CSS real quick because it has come to my attention that the background is an awful white chocolate blood hue. Need to fix that.
In my haste, I have no excerpt prepared today, but I mean come on! There’s a lot that’s been going on!
I know it’s midnight, but I hope you all have a lovely day or few days until I put up another journal. It makes me happy to know that poetry isn’t as dead of a medium as I thought it was.
Hopefully I don’t end up regretting those words.