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Finally, just getting home. Though I suppose for a Friday night 4am isn't so bad. Trying to blast the sound of Leo and Mary shagging out with some Rage, but it's not working terribly well. They'll be up and out the door running by 6. Mum loves them for that, and tries to use them as good examples for me. It, like this Rage with respect to drowning out my roommates fucking, does not work.
I'd be pissed at Leo if he wasn't busy almost every other moment of the week hunting for opportunities. Well, he's working as a research assistant for one of our old professors, but he's also working on a business plan. For us. Somehow, we're going to try and combine our love of music, architecture, and history into... something profitable. Maybe. But he's got the brain for that. It's why he's putting the effort in now.
Anyway. Speaking on love of history... I came across this today. Not really a fan of their trying to say it's like King Tut. Not nearly as old or as well preserved. And in all honesty, I'm kind of more impressed with Cheddar Man. That being said, the remains of Seaxa's tomb have gotten to me. See, my grandmother- Dad's Mum, that is- lived in Southend-On-Sea. We shopped at that bloody Aldi. We drove down that road and right past that mound and didn't ever think of what could be going on. We as a culture are just... disgusting, really. We're just growing and destroying and building over and around these incredible sacred spaces. Amazing history. I mean, I know it would be virtually impossible to not be disturbing something historical. For fucks sake, they paved over Richard III and didn't even know it.
I don't know why I wanted to write about that. Maybe my exhaustion and not nearly intoxicated enough delusions will always lead me back to the thought of ignored or forgotten history.
I think I'm going to try to switch to Chopin and drift off somehow. There will be no silence for... a while. Saturday morning I live with rabbits.
I'd be pissed at Leo if he wasn't busy almost every other moment of the week hunting for opportunities. Well, he's working as a research assistant for one of our old professors, but he's also working on a business plan. For us. Somehow, we're going to try and combine our love of music, architecture, and history into... something profitable. Maybe. But he's got the brain for that. It's why he's putting the effort in now.
Anyway. Speaking on love of history... I came across this today. Not really a fan of their trying to say it's like King Tut. Not nearly as old or as well preserved. And in all honesty, I'm kind of more impressed with Cheddar Man. That being said, the remains of Seaxa's tomb have gotten to me. See, my grandmother- Dad's Mum, that is- lived in Southend-On-Sea. We shopped at that bloody Aldi. We drove down that road and right past that mound and didn't ever think of what could be going on. We as a culture are just... disgusting, really. We're just growing and destroying and building over and around these incredible sacred spaces. Amazing history. I mean, I know it would be virtually impossible to not be disturbing something historical. For fucks sake, they paved over Richard III and didn't even know it.
I don't know why I wanted to write about that. Maybe my exhaustion and not nearly intoxicated enough delusions will always lead me back to the thought of ignored or forgotten history.
I think I'm going to try to switch to Chopin and drift off somehow. There will be no silence for... a while. Saturday morning I live with rabbits.