Scenes from the Witch House.
Rosencrantz: Is that southerly?
Guildenstern: We came from roughly south.
Rosencrantz: Which way is that?
Guildenstern: In the morning, the sun would be easterly. I think we can assume that.
Rosencrantz: That it's morning?
Guildenstern: If it is, and the sun is over there for instance, that would be northerly. On the other hand, if it's not morning and the sun is over there, that would still be northerly. To put it another way, if we came from down there, and it's morning, the sun would be up there, but if it's actually over there and it's still morning, we must have come from back there, and if that's southerly, and the sun is really over there, then it's the afternoon. However, if none of these are the case...
Rosencrantz: Why don't you go and have a look?
Guildenstern: Pragmatism. Is that all you have to offer?
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Yesterday Matt said I shouldn't set fire to my room because it was full of shiny and interesting. At the time I was quite set on this course of action. (I hadn't actually poured white spirit over everything but I was in the frame of mind to do it and be damned.)
After a couple of hours of tidying, throwing fits of the vapours, hoovering and putting nearly everything I could see in the wash, I felt slightly better. I took photos of my room in an attempt to remind myself that actually it is quite shiny. See, I forget. It gets consumed into the general wibble and stress of my extremely foolish life.
Then an in attempt to stop me from doing something violent, I tried to stick all the pictures together. I didn't do that well since I wasn't very disciplined in taking the shots in the first place. Hence it looks a little non-Euclidian in its angles and like a hound of Tindaloss or Brown Jenkins might be getting ready to appear. Hence...
(Leather jackets on door = ones I paint to sell... If you look really carefully you might be able to see my To-Do-List on the window... Yes, that is a wooden draw strapped to my bedframe. It holds my meds. And window pens.)
(I love my desk. And my antique sewing machine. And the sea chest on the floor that belonged to my great (great?) grandfather.)
(My shelves are made from half a tree. This makes them hard to move.... Shelves = win. One day I will have a vast old dresser/linen-press. They are made of win too.)
(Edwardian gentleman's wardrobes are lovely. But small.... Hm. I own a lot of hats, don't I? ... Yep, my floor has bloodstains that don't seem inclined to shift.... 6 inches from the end of my coat that lies upon the chest is the door frame, and so the circle starts anew.)
Guildenstern: We came from roughly south.
Rosencrantz: Which way is that?
Guildenstern: In the morning, the sun would be easterly. I think we can assume that.
Rosencrantz: That it's morning?
Guildenstern: If it is, and the sun is over there for instance, that would be northerly. On the other hand, if it's not morning and the sun is over there, that would still be northerly. To put it another way, if we came from down there, and it's morning, the sun would be up there, but if it's actually over there and it's still morning, we must have come from back there, and if that's southerly, and the sun is really over there, then it's the afternoon. However, if none of these are the case...
Rosencrantz: Why don't you go and have a look?
Guildenstern: Pragmatism. Is that all you have to offer?
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Yesterday Matt said I shouldn't set fire to my room because it was full of shiny and interesting. At the time I was quite set on this course of action. (I hadn't actually poured white spirit over everything but I was in the frame of mind to do it and be damned.)
After a couple of hours of tidying, throwing fits of the vapours, hoovering and putting nearly everything I could see in the wash, I felt slightly better. I took photos of my room in an attempt to remind myself that actually it is quite shiny. See, I forget. It gets consumed into the general wibble and stress of my extremely foolish life.
Then an in attempt to stop me from doing something violent, I tried to stick all the pictures together. I didn't do that well since I wasn't very disciplined in taking the shots in the first place. Hence it looks a little non-Euclidian in its angles and like a hound of Tindaloss or Brown Jenkins might be getting ready to appear. Hence...
(Leather jackets on door = ones I paint to sell... If you look really carefully you might be able to see my To-Do-List on the window... Yes, that is a wooden draw strapped to my bedframe. It holds my meds. And window pens.)
(I love my desk. And my antique sewing machine. And the sea chest on the floor that belonged to my great (great?) grandfather.)
(My shelves are made from half a tree. This makes them hard to move.... Shelves = win. One day I will have a vast old dresser/linen-press. They are made of win too.)
(Edwardian gentleman's wardrobes are lovely. But small.... Hm. I own a lot of hats, don't I? ... Yep, my floor has bloodstains that don't seem inclined to shift.... 6 inches from the end of my coat that lies upon the chest is the door frame, and so the circle starts anew.)