Moss

Throughout the winter months, life takes on the format of “you wake in the dark, you go home in the dark” and daily tasks become meaningless and laborious chores. Heck, even opening the curtains of a morning seems futile when the first thing required after getting in is to close them.

This general mood of apathy in the darker times probably stems from the fact that my own birth occurred slap bang on the summer solstice, if not around a day later. The foundation of my entire existence is rooted in brightness, cheeriness and long days that never end, yet slowly tumbling towards prolonged darkness. That’s actually quite a nice metaphor for life. You know, if you’re a pessimist.

Don’t get me wrong, my periods of depression, non-vitality and generally just groaning to pass the time are pretty much gone. Either that or they’re still around but they don’t tend to bother me any more. Much as I imagine being subjected to the music of Scooch 847 times a day, you know it’s terrible but you’ve learned to deal with it. You can probably even sing along with as little enthusiasm or emotion as humanly possible.

Blame the sun going to bed early for the lack of enthusiasm or emotion here. Also the lack of idea or creativity. Also the lack of time to devote to entertainment. You get home, you eat something, you hibernate for eight of nine more hours.

Sure it’d be nice to continue catching up with old games I’m only just now getting the chance to experience playing, but it’s just not possible to fling on Tomb Raider (2013, not 1996) for a quick fifteen minutes or so. One requires two hours at the very least before committing to that. Yes, I’m aware that I’m not actually a twenty-year-old girl, shipwrecked and continuously shot at by island natives, but it’s entertainment that provides an added sense of achievement. Without it, the biggest achievement one can muster is actually turning the game on in the first place.

Anyway, like an average daytime in January, there’s really nothing of note going on in this particular week’s bit of typing. It simply just exists, like moss. Word moss, less green and clinging to the side of a computer rock. Might as well move along really.

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Listening to the same alternative music based radio station every weekday morning means listening to (more or less) the same alternative music every weekday morning.

Of course, the key word there is “listening”. Watching an accompanying video can be somewhat distracting. If you’d like to listen to some guitar strings, electronic modulation and intermittent clarinet with themes concerning loss of control on life, the futility of everything we do and worries of what others think of us, click play and shut your eyes. If you want to be distracted, here’s a story of a young male, possibly transgender, with a love of synchronicity and indoor swimming pools.

John Grant – Down Here