Recursive Words

The rain has been falling all evening – washing the world away around us. I wouldn’t be surprised if we open the curtains in the morning, and find our house bobbing around in the middle of an ocean – with seagulls circling overhead.

It’s been a day.

Another day.

Filled with chores, and errands, and washing clothes, and washing dishes, and… just an endless churn of everything really.

Before work started this morning I had something to write about. I nearly started. Unfortunately the rest of the day has conspired to erase it from my thoughts. That’s been happening a lot recently. Perhaps I need to start writing things down. Odd thoughts that occur to me throughout the day. “Odd thoughts” would be a good title for an online publication, wouldn’t it.

At least work went well. Of course I can’t tell you anything about it, so I don’t quite know why I’m telling you about it at all – but without work, and chores, I don’t really have anything else at the moment.

During a quiet moment about a week ago I discovered an online penpal type thing called “Slowly”. I don’t even recall how I discovered it now – it could have been the result of a conversation with AI about websites that largely self-govern. Slowly lets people send messages to others around the world, and it simulates them taking time to get to their destination – depending on the geographical distance between the origin and destination.

Apparently I made my introductory message a little bit too good – because over the next few days I had an in-box filled with messages from all over the place – and me being me, couldn’t ignore them, so spent time replying to each and every message – and so it has gone one.

I have un-replied messages waiting for me now, and they are gnawing away at my subconscious. A voice is whispering into my ear that these people will think badly of me for not replying already – or not replying properly.

I really am my own worst enemy sometimes.

It doesn’t help that quite often I catch my own prejudices while sorting through the messages – wondering if people are who they say they are – or if they will start to pull some sort of social engineering scam at some point – or suddenly claim they need help with a medical bill.

Anyway.

It’s getting late.

I should go to bed.

Tomorrow is another day, and all that…