Recursive Words

The rest of the family went to bed some time ago. You find me holed up in the study listening to a playlist, bathed in the light of the screen, wondering what tomorrow might bring.

I’m trying to slow down. I bought a bottle of wine this evening and kicked back – watching television for the first time in ages. I’m persisting with season five of “For All Mankind”, even though I suspect it jumped the shark at the end of season three. I think the writers know it too – otherwise they wouldn’t be making “Star City” to immediately re-tread the last four seasons from a different perspective.

Work is strange at the moment. While I have been part of a team chipping away at an enormous project for the last year, I’m about to become the last man standing. It’s going to be an odd, nomadic existence as I take on everything that everybody else has built. In a strange sort of way I’m looking forward to it – working alone means autonomy. Freedom.

I pulled my bullet journal off the shelf yesterday – purchased at the start of the year with thoughts of staging a quiet rebellion against being so plugged in all the time. I’ve also been looking at wrist watches. A year into owning and wearing an Apple Watch, carrying an iPhone, reading books on an iPad, writing on a MacBook, and noodling around on a Mac mini, I’ve kind of had enough. Yes, it’s all very clever, but I hardly use any of it.

I miss reading paper books. I miss writing in a notebook. And yet I know I probably won’t go back. It’s my own version of Plato’s cave. Once you’ve seen outside of the cave, while you might remember it fondly, there’s really no going back.

Anyway.

It’s getting late.

Time to go brush my teeth then head to bed. Perhaps read a book and escape into somebody else’s life for a bit. I think that’s why I like blogs too – or at least, old school blogs – journals. I don’t want to learn how I should look, write, get rich, make friends, or whatever else – I just want to escape into your world for a bit.

If you are one of our merry band – that still empties your guts into the keyboard with little or no filter, plan, or destination – be brave and reach out.