This Thing All Things Devours
"If you won’t be your own friend, who will be?" - Dan Millman
"Good times come and good times go
I only wish the good times would last a little longer
And I think about the good times we had
And why they had to end" - Social Distortion, Story of My Life
"But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams" - William Butler Yeats
I had a dream this morning that must have lasted at least an hour, and felt like a really bad, boring indie screenplay of some sort. Upon waking I remembered elements of a vaguely successful bank heist, a sporting event of some kind with my family in a stadium with completely impractical architecture, several flights to foreign countries that my mind must have cutscened out, and a romantic subplot with some girl who was apparently my sidekick in the overall arc involving selling a demonic artifact to some wealthy dude in Buenos Aires. The last thing before I woke was trying to figure out how to adapt my bank account number to a Polish check, at which point my brain must have decided that the whole affair was ridiculous and to cut its losses. Bonus confusion goes to why I remembered my account number exactly in the dream but not the fact that you don't need it to accept or even endorse a check.
Disclaimer: The above anecdote is not related to the quote; I'm usually deeper than that.
Work is better than it was at first. I've gotten to know most of the people there, and I'm gonna see how long we'll go without them figuring out I don't have a soul (as the cliche went at Teal). The hours are different since it's a campus store, so I end up working a lot of 5pm-2am shifts. It's a good way to get a paycheck and still boycott sleep, I guess.
The problem with memories is the good ones. When things change so that good memories become painful by contrast, the way to ease the pain is by letting the memories fade. I can't help feeling that it's a sort of blasphemy though; isn't memory all that we have of life after it happens? If you forget something, was there any point in experiencing it? The path of integrity seems to point towards keeping memories and enduring the pain.
Since this whole entry feels like a downer, I'll mention one of the few things to look forward to: Jak and Daxter have a sequel coming on the PS2 in November involving a substantial amount of airship-based combat. That is all.
"Good times come and good times go
I only wish the good times would last a little longer
And I think about the good times we had
And why they had to end" - Social Distortion, Story of My Life
"But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams" - William Butler Yeats
I had a dream this morning that must have lasted at least an hour, and felt like a really bad, boring indie screenplay of some sort. Upon waking I remembered elements of a vaguely successful bank heist, a sporting event of some kind with my family in a stadium with completely impractical architecture, several flights to foreign countries that my mind must have cutscened out, and a romantic subplot with some girl who was apparently my sidekick in the overall arc involving selling a demonic artifact to some wealthy dude in Buenos Aires. The last thing before I woke was trying to figure out how to adapt my bank account number to a Polish check, at which point my brain must have decided that the whole affair was ridiculous and to cut its losses. Bonus confusion goes to why I remembered my account number exactly in the dream but not the fact that you don't need it to accept or even endorse a check.
Disclaimer: The above anecdote is not related to the quote; I'm usually deeper than that.
Work is better than it was at first. I've gotten to know most of the people there, and I'm gonna see how long we'll go without them figuring out I don't have a soul (as the cliche went at Teal). The hours are different since it's a campus store, so I end up working a lot of 5pm-2am shifts. It's a good way to get a paycheck and still boycott sleep, I guess.
The problem with memories is the good ones. When things change so that good memories become painful by contrast, the way to ease the pain is by letting the memories fade. I can't help feeling that it's a sort of blasphemy though; isn't memory all that we have of life after it happens? If you forget something, was there any point in experiencing it? The path of integrity seems to point towards keeping memories and enduring the pain.
Since this whole entry feels like a downer, I'll mention one of the few things to look forward to: Jak and Daxter have a sequel coming on the PS2 in November involving a substantial amount of airship-based combat. That is all.