Friday, January 10, 2025
Limerence
I cannot keep this music off my mind. It triggers that kind of feeling that I feel like I've been missing ever since... it all fell apart.
The beat, and then the declaration of ``And die~ with a smile!'', such a simple and power phrase that evokes the deepest desires within, for the someone whom I am simultaneously familiar and a stranger too, all at once.
I do not know what else to say---go enjoy this before the embedding goes away eventually.
Edit: The song is ``Die With a Smile'' by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga.
Wednesday, January 01, 2025
Quick Summary
So, a quick summary of what I had written in 2024:
That's an average of 0.123 pieces of writing a day, compared to 0.151 last year.
Note immediately that there is no NaNoWriMo entry---that is deliberate. I decided to stop NaNoWriMo, no thanks to the implosion of the non-profit organisation that ran the event. So there won't be a NaNoWriMo entry in 2024, nor will there ever be any more entries in the foreseeable future.
Do I miss it? In a way, yes, but by now, the whole idea of ``losing'' bits and pieces of me shouldn't be considered anything new. Loss as a concept is something that will become predominant as I transition into true middle-age-hood towards old age.
Already I have received notice via Facebook that a guy whom I had met at reiki class back in 2008/2009 had passed on just in 2024-10, for reasons that were undisclosed. He was just 2 years older than me too. And there were the slowly but steadily increasing number of aged relatives of mine who have passed on, or are hit with some rather... terminal conditions.
I don't talk about them because I was never truly close to them for the most part. My cousins are a solid fifteen or so years older than me, and that's looking at the youngest of them. So to say that there's a generation gap is a mild understatement.
But I'm not here to talk about that for this post.
2024. I saw the loss of two more team members, with even replacements after quite a bit of searching and Providence nearer the end of the year. I don't know if the new folks will stay---only time will tell.
I don't really have much else to say for 2024 in retrospection---just read the ``in the moment'' responses that have been written to get a sense of what I think of 2024.
That's all for now.
May 2025 not be too much of a shitstorm. Amen.
- 0 poems posted here
- 44 essays/rants posted here
- 0 prose/stories posted here
- 1 piece of compositions/rearrangements posted here
That's an average of 0.123 pieces of writing a day, compared to 0.151 last year.
Note immediately that there is no NaNoWriMo entry---that is deliberate. I decided to stop NaNoWriMo, no thanks to the implosion of the non-profit organisation that ran the event. So there won't be a NaNoWriMo entry in 2024, nor will there ever be any more entries in the foreseeable future.
Do I miss it? In a way, yes, but by now, the whole idea of ``losing'' bits and pieces of me shouldn't be considered anything new. Loss as a concept is something that will become predominant as I transition into true middle-age-hood towards old age.
Already I have received notice via Facebook that a guy whom I had met at reiki class back in 2008/2009 had passed on just in 2024-10, for reasons that were undisclosed. He was just 2 years older than me too. And there were the slowly but steadily increasing number of aged relatives of mine who have passed on, or are hit with some rather... terminal conditions.
I don't talk about them because I was never truly close to them for the most part. My cousins are a solid fifteen or so years older than me, and that's looking at the youngest of them. So to say that there's a generation gap is a mild understatement.
But I'm not here to talk about that for this post.
2024. I saw the loss of two more team members, with even replacements after quite a bit of searching and Providence nearer the end of the year. I don't know if the new folks will stay---only time will tell.
I don't really have much else to say for 2024 in retrospection---just read the ``in the moment'' responses that have been written to get a sense of what I think of 2024.
That's all for now.
May 2025 not be too much of a shitstorm. Amen.
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