There was a tingling feeling at the back of my neck all day today. It was present when everyone except one was spell binded by the dreary weather outside. i think it was bored0m // annoyance // verisimilitude.exe. Call servicedesk@now
Then I watched Chernobyl, you know the one people are talking about in a secretive manner as if it’s the next big thing to be in on from the ground floor, right before any others hop into the elevator with you. It is good and it is extremely interesting, important in many respects, eye opening in others, but it is not enrapturing in the cinematic sense these people feign interest by. I’m watching it, regardless of the hype.
I had the cheap stuff with it, Suntory whiskey, before I stopped at episode four; it made me wish tv remotes still had analogue media buttons: rewind, play, forward and sometimes there was a fourth. Pause? Fast forward? Slow-mo?
I’m frustrated with the carpet in our study because it’s ugly and not very conducive of anything near imagination nor is it safe to lay on. I’ve come to believe there are Little People using it for an informatrix hyper-way that stretches across several inter-spatial segments of the several dimensions wading in this room. Murakami should have them back.
Then I found a Mark Andrus screenplay on my computer this evening. I might read it on Sunday after soldiering through Homo Deus – which is intriguing from a curiously morbid fascination of how we all might die in the future kind of way, as well as a hopeful sense of finding the right answers in the steps taken to identify the problems laid out in that oversized slog of a book kind of way.