10
Sep
2009
Without aim, nor reason, we travel on
Pinpricks of distant light fall upon the earth and the moon. This light is millions, billions of years old.
There comes a sudden flash of orange and green; and something falls through from another reality: A ship.
It is listing, dying slowly; damaged perhaps beyond repair. If there is anyone still on-board, they’re either unconscious or dead. And if they’re not, they should be trying to get off.
The ship slowly, perhaps gracefully, tumbles, spins slowly as its engines activate once again.
There is another flash of greeny-orange, and it is gone.
Tags: aimless wandering, jump, wreck
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There are a few ways to describe one's self when effectively trying to mask the fact that you're a complete hermit and spend your entire existence behind a computer screen sipping hot tea and eating cakes. The first would be to suggest that you're somewhat introverted and avoid coffee. Another might be to suggest you're a fan of Apple Macs but are cutting-down from the 6 you used to have to an even two (Macbook and Mac Mini in turn). Finally you might choose to say that despite the massive pay-drop, this writing thing is quite a lark isn't it? Not to mention enjoying the creative life a lot more than mindless tedium in corporate jobs, working the 40 hour week to the drumming of endless meetings and political intrigue that would have made Machiavelli blush and hand his pen over to the corporate slugs that run companies these days. Enough said really.
