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soundcheck : Radiohead - Karma Police
It's strange how every single time i come back here to write - i think to myself that i get darker and moodier with every entry.
The drab grey, the black, together with a sign off that goes 'Everyone dies alone' really work hard to overemphasise any hint of melancholy, but i'm not complaining because i either wouldn't be too fussed or really haven't figured out enough html to be bothered with adjusting the template.
My last couple of posts date back to when i first started working - that's a good five or six months since i made any effort in keeping up with my habit of being fashionably interested in giving the old blog a use.
Not that i've not been doing any writing, of course:
Three Annual Reports,
Three Newsletters,
A Dozen or so collaterals
Unquantifiable amounts of branding copy
and an indiscernible, yet finite number of typo's later,
This is where I am.
I think about penning something truly inspiring and thought-provoking - yet all i can offer you is a brief summary of the happenings of my life since last i left off in December.
I have misjudged and as a result - nearly lost,
I have forgiven - yet i have not forgotten the many times you've cast me aside,
I've plugged in the old microphone - yes, i've sung and yelled a fair share of what i've been missing out on,
I have been happy - in a very consistent and calming fashion,
I have seen my family less and less,
I have visited this space at least once daily - even with a broken comment board and no intention of posting
and the list goes on, but really, all i've done is see how far i can stretch my mention of events i deem noteworthy.
Even in a public space it really is daunting to know how it just seems impossible to avoid the inevitable comforts that come with anonymity and omission.
I've jumped topics so much that i am finally unable to conclude my train of thought.
Goodnight.
"Phew, for a minute there - i lost myself; i lost myself."
_
spoken. at 11:37 PM
soundcheck : Radiohead - Karma Police
It's strange how every single time i come back here to write - i think to myself that i get darker and moodier with every entry.
The drab grey, the black, together with a sign off that goes 'Everyone dies alone' really work hard to overemphasise any hint of melancholy, but i'm not complaining because i either wouldn't be too fussed or really haven't figured out enough html to be bothered with adjusting the template.
My last couple of posts date back to when i first started working - that's a good five or six months since i made any effort in keeping up with my habit of being fashionably interested in giving the old blog a use.
Not that i've not been doing any writing, of course:
Three Annual Reports,
Three Newsletters,
A Dozen or so collaterals
Unquantifiable amounts of branding copy
and an indiscernible, yet finite number of typo's later,
This is where I am.
I think about penning something truly inspiring and thought-provoking - yet all i can offer you is a brief summary of the happenings of my life since last i left off in December.
I have misjudged and as a result - nearly lost,
I have forgiven - yet i have not forgotten the many times you've cast me aside,
I've plugged in the old microphone - yes, i've sung and yelled a fair share of what i've been missing out on,
I have been happy - in a very consistent and calming fashion,
I have seen my family less and less,
I have visited this space at least once daily - even with a broken comment board and no intention of posting
and the list goes on, but really, all i've done is see how far i can stretch my mention of events i deem noteworthy.
Even in a public space it really is daunting to know how it just seems impossible to avoid the inevitable comforts that come with anonymity and omission.
I've jumped topics so much that i am finally unable to conclude my train of thought.
Goodnight.
"Phew, for a minute there - i lost myself; i lost myself."
_
spoken. at 11:37 PM
