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Before I get into the meat of this post, I wanted to debut a new feature of this journal. From now on, every entry will have available for download my "current music". The download will last for 25 downloads or 1 week, whichever comes first. I'm doing this partially because, my tastes being what they are, it's likely that I'm the only person I know who's heard these songs, and I think that's a damn shame. Mostly, I'm doing it because it's fun. Here's this entry's music.
Moving on...
Tonight I did something I haven't done in a very long while: go out for a long walk well past my bedtime. I do this on occasion because it simultaneously fulfills the twin needs of being able to think to myself and to pace meaninglessly. Despite my love of it, I have a hard time reccomending it to others because of both real and imagined dangers. Some places are, simply put, not safe to walk around in after dark. Even in the places that are safe, it's easy to convince yourself that they're not. Walk down a dark country road after midnight and you'll see just how badly your mind can trick you! But I digress.
I used to walk frequently in both Manchester and Nashua. This was my first time walking since moving into my new apartment in Milford, so I had to focus on my surroundings a little better than I normally do. Because of that, it was stunningly obvious when I walked into the center of town... and it was dead quiet.
The streets were dark, but not pitch black due to both the mostly-full moon as well as the intermittent street lights. There were lighted signs of various stores, all of them long since closed. The traffic lights changed colors on their timers, even though there was no one there to care. I could hear the rushing of a nearby river and the sounds of my own footsteps; nothing else. It would have been one thing if it had only been for a few moments. That sort of thing happens on occasion even in Manchester, but only for a few seconds. No cars, no pedestrians, not even a stray pet passed by me for a good fifteen minutes.
It's difficult to put into words the kind of loneliness that is borne of that moment.
Moving on...
Tonight I did something I haven't done in a very long while: go out for a long walk well past my bedtime. I do this on occasion because it simultaneously fulfills the twin needs of being able to think to myself and to pace meaninglessly. Despite my love of it, I have a hard time reccomending it to others because of both real and imagined dangers. Some places are, simply put, not safe to walk around in after dark. Even in the places that are safe, it's easy to convince yourself that they're not. Walk down a dark country road after midnight and you'll see just how badly your mind can trick you! But I digress.
I used to walk frequently in both Manchester and Nashua. This was my first time walking since moving into my new apartment in Milford, so I had to focus on my surroundings a little better than I normally do. Because of that, it was stunningly obvious when I walked into the center of town... and it was dead quiet.
The streets were dark, but not pitch black due to both the mostly-full moon as well as the intermittent street lights. There were lighted signs of various stores, all of them long since closed. The traffic lights changed colors on their timers, even though there was no one there to care. I could hear the rushing of a nearby river and the sounds of my own footsteps; nothing else. It would have been one thing if it had only been for a few moments. That sort of thing happens on occasion even in Manchester, but only for a few seconds. No cars, no pedestrians, not even a stray pet passed by me for a good fifteen minutes.
It's difficult to put into words the kind of loneliness that is borne of that moment.