It is gradually getting into the habit of writing about how today was. I know that no one but me is interested in this right now, but I don’t care at all. I only enjoy one keyboard sound, so why should I limit myself to that?
“Write something more serious…” – came from over the horizon.
Yes, I can spend time on other things, but for me the diary format is not new and is familiar.
In school in the 90s, I took notes in the cell notebooks, then switched to electronic notes “on the desk”. Now I can communicate with the world in this way, testing my candor and degree of nonsensical word formation.
Sit down, listen, watch.
Why not.
Maybe someone will find this format witty, maybe someone needs just such a storyteller “about nothing”. By the way, it is possible that in time I will get around to recording podcasts, so you can not only read me, but also listen to me. This is already a more practically based process for the community.
Today the light was on from the very morning, it was not turned off, although I sat until the last and waited. I sat and did something all day at the computer, trying to get drunk on this opportunity to the fullest, rejoicing at the electricity presence like a child.
Light, energy literally in a week turned from banal civilizational achievements of everyday life into a sincere joy source, happiness and fullness of life.
Being in a high-rise building, you cannot be independent. One way or another, you need communications for an adequate existence. And the disappearance of one of the main ones inevitably affects everyday life, and its return and stability is perceived as a real holiday.
Contrasts…
I mentioned this in my article about the war, and I will mention it in my other works. Life is indeed constantly floating in our dual paradigm from one side to the other, thereby giving us a taste of it.
And more… This is the readiness to be in the dark again at any moment. It is already night and turning off the light will mean another plunge into a black abyss, the way out of which lies already in dreams.
The first frosts hit, and it was immediately felt by the temperature drop in the room. The batteries are still barely warm, and the line of the thermometer hanging on the balcony is getting shorter and shorter.
It warms me to think that the warmth is getting closer every day, as well as our victory…
