Everyones Favorite Breakfast - Angst Muffin
Well kids, I made it.
I'm safely stateside.
This place . . I can't describe it. I'm still split on it as a whole. On one side the area itself isn't bad. Lots of trees and stuff. On the other, everywhere you turn you can see some sort of human inhabitation. I think I would much prefer for all that to be gone and to just accept it as nature.
I can understand on some level now how people attribute "Mystery" to the dissapearance of Roanoke. This entire area seems to have some sort of magic. It clings to it in some sort of tatters of what was once a glory and is now fading with time. If one looks carefully you can see how the sunlight is filterede by tree's that almost seem to butress the coast. It's somewhere between the mist strewn shores of Puget Sound in Washington state, and the mythical desert island.
I have another observation for everyone as well. Has anyone noticed that our natural cycle of the seasons has been replaced with the cycles of the modern world?
I think originally that we were supposed to fear the cold of winter, cherish the warming of spring, reveal in the heat of summer, and feel some sort of loss in autumn.
But now?
I can't help but feel a certain thrill in winter as it's the "holiday" season, spring brings rain and the depression of seeing everyone happily coupled while I'm alone, summer is full of opressive heat that beats me down and leave me feeling weak, and autumn is a welcome respite with a tinge of hope, something left over from when school was a safe haven for me from the dulldroms of normal life.
I don't know as this new world order is right or wrong. But I find myself cherishing the idea of autumn and the hope it brings. I want to see the leaves turn and feel the tempreture drop. I want to feel the cold breeze that has that last tinge of summer warmth that hearlds a storm. Those clear blue autumn skies that are bitting but at the same time so open, so full of possibilities.
Maybe I'm weird, but thats how I feel right now.
This all could be attributed to the fact that recently I've run into a whole bunch of old friends who I haven't seen in years.
One of the questions that inevitabley comes up is "How's your love life?" or something simliar.
To answer this concisely, there isn't one. I'm alone. Period. Dot. Done.
Well mostly alone, I have my dog now.
He's fanatically loyal, my Chuck is. But it's not quite the same, although he does provide some small comfort.
But now that I've throughly depressed everyone with my emotional state, I have laundry thats just finishing, time to go fold and be a good little house-bitch.
Talk to everyone later.
I'm safely stateside.
This place . . I can't describe it. I'm still split on it as a whole. On one side the area itself isn't bad. Lots of trees and stuff. On the other, everywhere you turn you can see some sort of human inhabitation. I think I would much prefer for all that to be gone and to just accept it as nature.
I can understand on some level now how people attribute "Mystery" to the dissapearance of Roanoke. This entire area seems to have some sort of magic. It clings to it in some sort of tatters of what was once a glory and is now fading with time. If one looks carefully you can see how the sunlight is filterede by tree's that almost seem to butress the coast. It's somewhere between the mist strewn shores of Puget Sound in Washington state, and the mythical desert island.
I have another observation for everyone as well. Has anyone noticed that our natural cycle of the seasons has been replaced with the cycles of the modern world?
I think originally that we were supposed to fear the cold of winter, cherish the warming of spring, reveal in the heat of summer, and feel some sort of loss in autumn.
But now?
I can't help but feel a certain thrill in winter as it's the "holiday" season, spring brings rain and the depression of seeing everyone happily coupled while I'm alone, summer is full of opressive heat that beats me down and leave me feeling weak, and autumn is a welcome respite with a tinge of hope, something left over from when school was a safe haven for me from the dulldroms of normal life.
I don't know as this new world order is right or wrong. But I find myself cherishing the idea of autumn and the hope it brings. I want to see the leaves turn and feel the tempreture drop. I want to feel the cold breeze that has that last tinge of summer warmth that hearlds a storm. Those clear blue autumn skies that are bitting but at the same time so open, so full of possibilities.
Maybe I'm weird, but thats how I feel right now.
This all could be attributed to the fact that recently I've run into a whole bunch of old friends who I haven't seen in years.
One of the questions that inevitabley comes up is "How's your love life?" or something simliar.
To answer this concisely, there isn't one. I'm alone. Period. Dot. Done.
Well mostly alone, I have my dog now.
He's fanatically loyal, my Chuck is. But it's not quite the same, although he does provide some small comfort.
But now that I've throughly depressed everyone with my emotional state, I have laundry thats just finishing, time to go fold and be a good little house-bitch.
Talk to everyone later.