Purple rice with chicken.
In macondo with maternal unit in the hospital. Her physical deterioration in 3 months has been drastic. First signs were shown when I was there in Dec, but she was overall stable to the last drop. She cannot talk at all. Longing painful stares of torment perhaps or of just not knowing. Not sure. Her body is twisted. One leg propped up towards her chest and both hands in crossed position on her chest. Purple plans need lots of re assessing.
I woke up at 2am after a dream that the maternal unit was choking. Been kind of waiting to see if the phone rings. Cant sleep. Too much to think about. I love this house mostly because it was my grandfathers but it is a money sucking pit. Deterioration is rampant and it is clear that any fixings dont last long due to the lack of humans inside and the levels of extreme humidity. The location could not be better yet it seems an insurmountable task to keep up.
I dont know if I want to come back there are reasons why to stay or go back to my own home. In macondo, the society is also deteriorating.. aggressiveness, suffering from the same financial woes that every where else yet more concentrated, people seem morally, and ethically bankrupt. Everything here is hard to get done, dealing with people who have no clue about work ethics and no desire to put a full day of honest work just how to figure out to let the day go by with the minimum amount of work done. Yet it still feels more natural to me. And then it is clear she needs me here... and for whatever pathological reason, I hear it.
The northern lands have long winters that can be a big challenge.. yet the purple cave feels like heaven. Everything is more easy to handle and my quality of life can be much better if I cannot take care of all. Yet life can be more lonely there since most of my people are in Macondo.
Money is an issue, and not working is quite delicious yet I am proactively aware of having to prevent deeper chaos. The macondian house could be the golden egg yet not sure when will the golden will hatch appropriately.
Brain full of thoughts in all sorts of rice with chicken ways... purple brain is full... purple eyes getting tired.
I woke up at 2am after a dream that the maternal unit was choking. Been kind of waiting to see if the phone rings. Cant sleep. Too much to think about. I love this house mostly because it was my grandfathers but it is a money sucking pit. Deterioration is rampant and it is clear that any fixings dont last long due to the lack of humans inside and the levels of extreme humidity. The location could not be better yet it seems an insurmountable task to keep up.
I dont know if I want to come back there are reasons why to stay or go back to my own home. In macondo, the society is also deteriorating.. aggressiveness, suffering from the same financial woes that every where else yet more concentrated, people seem morally, and ethically bankrupt. Everything here is hard to get done, dealing with people who have no clue about work ethics and no desire to put a full day of honest work just how to figure out to let the day go by with the minimum amount of work done. Yet it still feels more natural to me. And then it is clear she needs me here... and for whatever pathological reason, I hear it.
The northern lands have long winters that can be a big challenge.. yet the purple cave feels like heaven. Everything is more easy to handle and my quality of life can be much better if I cannot take care of all. Yet life can be more lonely there since most of my people are in Macondo.
Money is an issue, and not working is quite delicious yet I am proactively aware of having to prevent deeper chaos. The macondian house could be the golden egg yet not sure when will the golden will hatch appropriately.
Brain full of thoughts in all sorts of rice with chicken ways... purple brain is full... purple eyes getting tired.