It's been a while, again. I've been off doing things, things that called for me to be someone else. Forgetting who you are isn't pleasant. Bits of you die, and when you remember who you are and what you're doing, you come back changed. The again, things always change. There is no constant. Not here, not Elsewhere. There are things that stay for a ( Read more... )

I promised, some time ago, that the next thing I wrote would be an explanation of some things I'd said in the past.

It seems I lied. Deploy your crack legal team, if you will.
( The other day, upon the stair. )

hello, world.

bjorn again.

I'm here, stuck for an opening. I have been close, seveal times, to writing a triumphant, egotistical fanfare for myself.

( But that's not quite my thing. )

Still up here. Still thinking. Nearly done.

Need to remind myself of things.

I know what I do. I know what I believe in. Reword it occasionally.

( Rewording is important. Live now. )

I wrote this the other evening, with a pen and paper. It seemed... right. Needed to remind myself that, just as the past is a strange and bleak place to us, devoid of the things that define society, we will be too. The best we can do is invite change and destroy the present, for the future will always seem a better place to its inhabitants. I speak ( Read more... )

Hello, world.

Today I was pointed in the direction of a disturbing thing.

( Haven't had to do this for a while. )

Something of a privilege, really, being able to look at the world and know some more of what's going on than most. Then again, that does come with a side of feeling you have to do something about all the shit you can see that the happy, woolly masses cannot ( Read more... )

1.10: "Its hour come round at last"

( Sat Drop on the Urals behind the cut. )

1.08: "Fearful Symmetry ( Read more... )

1.07: "I am become death"

Goddamnit that quote is getting into my brain too much recently. My fault for reading The Invisibles right before sleeping. Fuck you, subconscious.

Still, as rebel required reading goes, the invisibles is fairly fucking sweet.

( The Invisibles is fun, but I prefer my own weird-ass dreams to Morrisson's. )