Today I find myself blessed with a calm air of technology around me that doesn't seem to want to leave me. I have spent the better part of this day configuring obscure electronics i found on the chronicles of the web, most of which some people would call unnecessary or unconventional. To them I say : To Hell with Convention! I think that areas of technology and machine-like advancement today lacks a certain spirit of creativity. Mainly, everything looks and feels the same. It has become far too mundane. Therefore I took it upon myself to experiment with a set of hardware that may seem tiresome to adapt to at first, but the reward of adapting to using it is quite satisfying.
Now, to you this may not seem a grand feat but I am currently relaying this journal entry on to you from a keyboard that has something akin to a leather strap in the middle: it folds beautifully into this compact tool that I can carry around with me with great ease, and honestly? It just looks bloody spectacular. Yes, the layout of it may take some time to getting used to, but other than that it is an absolute joyride to use it. In addition to that, I am using a vertical navigator to make my way over to this page, it hugs my hand rather amicably and just feels very comfortable.
If there is anything i would like you to take away from this rather silly journal entry, that may add just a slight hint of profoundness to the mundanity of it is: If the figure of something attacks you -- be it an item, an article of clothing, a device or tool of some sort whatever it may be : I say, give it a shot! If you end up liking it, and adapting to using it on a daily basis then you are just that much even more unique. And if you do not end up liking it, well, the spirited creativity that spawned within you to try out this new, daunting foreign object, the flame of curiosity that you did not let the world extinguish is something of the mettle of stars, and is worthy of respect, and maybe, just maybe, it makes you that bit more human. Truly, why fear, and lurk within a confine that has no goal to serve you beyond a faded memory and grayed spirit? Just try.
𓄿 𓄿 𓄿 October 14, 2024 - 07:15 | Cambridge, 1963 ♫ 𓄿 𓄿 𓄿
Today, my bird takes flight
This morning, the skies darken ever so slightly
The wind is chill, but I could not be farther from fright
For I know, that my love is immortal, stubborn, and mighty
A morning cold washes over me, through wondrous hue
As a Titan, a colossus, takes to the heavens
Carrying the thread of my dreams, as I stood staring at the shining blue
But so did a part of me follow, in the calm breeze at Seven
I am not saddened, for I know greatness lies where she goes
For I know her hands were made for creating
And in her art, fending off fearsome foes
To deny such a gift, is a soul made sedating
Though I will shed only a tear, but not of grief I beseech
Crows of a murder, birds through strife
I only pray that your hands once more I can reach
When you return on Two, Three and Five
Tu est gravis super terram, et obscurum in nebula, longe vadit via
Personal Updates
October 9, 2024 | 04:53 | Nocturne Op. 27
+My appreciation for the people around me, those that haven't left my side regardless of how far down the spiral I may slip, is worthy of an ocean to fill, so much that I feel as though my heart is overflowing. If there's anything I want to tell the readers of this journal of mine today is: Love your loved ones, truly love them. Let not fear or doubt cloud your mind, so that you may forget what they mean to you; all that they mean to you. Celebrate their endeavours, their successes and the possibility of the brightness of their future - wish for them the selfsame good that you would wish upon yourself.
Do not fret from expressing your love towards them; for everything that goes unsaid, remains only to weigh on your heart when the tides of time are high upon us, and the semblance, the presence of familiarity fades, as the cogs of the world turn and each of you find yourself on a platform anew, ever so slightly removed from the proximity of that which you hold dear. Grief is love that had been kept. Grief is all the love that remained unsaid.
The world may as well end tomorrow; so spare yourself no moment, hasten, quicken and to-flight. Flock to your loved ones, as best you can, embrace them and keep them in your thoughts and prayers, for none knows what tomorrow carries in its fold.
I beseech you: all for the love, and none for the reward.
"Love that is hoarded, molds at last. Until we know some day The only thing we ever have Is what we give away." — Louis Ginsberg
A kind thought from dear friends
9th of October, 24th Year
October 5, 2024
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I had a strange encounter today. IF you've managed to find your way into my Thoughts, you'll probably be aware of something that had happened to me around two weeks ago, a mere day before the all-out war broke out and I was rendered immobile in my own faculties. To make it clearer for both those of you who have seen my thoughts and those who haven't: Something was taken from me, two weeks ago, by a threat of mortal degree, in the darkness of night in a corner I've spent a lot of time in. The encounter itself isn't what's interesting here, as this seems to be a common trope in the damp unforgiving abbeys and alleys of my current dwelling.
What was truly interesting however, is that today of all days, I may have just seen my perpetrator... along with the item which had been taken from me. I do not know the validity of what I had seen, but the feeling that had washed over me in that instant as I watched him pass me by, well, all I can say is that it had been different than any sort of sensation of doubt that may have clouded my judgement and against my better nature, antagonized a large deal of people. I have since taken to a stalking tone, not particularly in a physical following sense of the term, but rather in vision. Think you'd call it 'keeping my eye out'.
The reward of this ordeal appears far greater than its risk, and if I were to embark on a confrontation of some sort, I do pray I will have friends and loved ones to which I can strengthen my back, and fan the flames of a righteous ire. It is also worth mentioning that today of all days, after such a time had passed from the incident, I was approached and asked about it by two of my neighbours and one close friend, unprompted and without further suggestion. What changed? What is different in the air now? If divine retribution is something that can be sought by mortals, then I will walk, and walk. I do hope for justice, in whatever form it may come for we cannot decide how the lord decides to quench our thirst, or bring back for us that which had been violated. My faith in him thusly is strong and unwavering. The clockwork remains in motion, and the Sun and the Moon are witness to my plight. I only wish the fear would leave me, my bones to quit their aching, and my breath to flow as seamlessly as it once did.
September 30, 2024
+I find it very strange that we are haunted by the shadows of people we once knew. Mainly, people that we would wish to forget. It's as if the curse they divulge onto us is the memory of their existence itself. When all things are said and done, and the dust settles on the madness and complexity of relationships, friendships and the like, I think we all just need to find solace in the fact that we remain who we are: we remain unchanged, unscathed and uninjured by the harm and sheer unfairness of all that has been done to us on account of friends under false veils. To anyone reading this: I wish you kindness, and a breeze within the storm.
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The Global Consciousness Project
In my studies of the interconnectedness of minds, I've stumbled upon a fascinating endeavor: The Global Consciousness Project. This scientific experiment explores the potential for human consciousness to interact with the physical world on a global scale.
This dot represents real-time data from the Global Consciousness Project. Its color and movement are driven by changes in the behavior of continuous random data sequences generated around the world.
As I delve deeper into this project, I can't help but wonder about the implications for our understanding of collective consciousness and its potential influence on reality itself. Could this be a key to unlocking the mysteries of our fragmented minds?
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News from my Dwelling
The Terrible Machines of War: Beirut's Night of Fiery Ruin
October 6, 2024 | All through the night
Ah, the calamities of our age are such that even in this age of brass and steam, we must not shy away from the horrors that have befallen our fellow man. Permit me, then, to recount what transpired in the Levant, in the air of a chronicler from another century.
This past night, dear reader, was marked by the most frightful series of explosions to have shaken the very foundation of the Lebanese capital, Beirut. A night, indeed, of such ferocity as to eclipse all prior hostilities since Israel expanded its campaign against Lebanon in late September. The air was thick with terror as the sounds of Israeli warplanes, those great steel birds, cut through the night, unleashing their wrath upon the southern quarters of the beleaguered city.
It is said that over thirty strikes were visited upon those unfortunate suburbs, a veritable storm of fire that lit up the night sky in a grim illumination. Plumes of smoke ascended, casting an ominous veil over Beirut in the dim hours of Sunday morn. Among the targets laid waste was a petrol station, and a hotel not far from the city's Rafic Hariri international airport, where many had sought refuge. These buildings, once symbols of mundane life, now lie in ruin, a testament to the unrelenting nature of modern warfare.
The foe, Israel’s military, declared their actions were aimed at dismantling a cache of weapons held by Hezbollah, a group entrenched in the southern reaches of Beirut. Alas, it is the civilian heart that bleeds most in such conflicts, no matter the mitigations claimed to have been taken.
Yet the gravest whisper that passes from mouth to ear is that of Israel’s use of depleted uranium in these recent attacks—an abominable act, my friends. Depleted uranium, a vile substance, leaves behind a legacy not of rubble, but of sickness, contamination, and suffering that endures far beyond the explosion itself. It is no ordinary ordnance, but a toxin, invisible and eternal, that promises ruin for generations to come.
What becomes of a land, I ask, when its soil is soaked not merely with blood but with poison? How long before those in power reach for the even darker implements of war—the very tools of the apocalypse, weapons of atomic fury? Shall Lebanon, that ancient land, be wiped from the maps of the world by the hand of man? Only time shall tell, but today, we stand at the precipice of a greater horror still.
The heart quivers, yet the pen endures.
Tragedy in Kola: A Shadowy Encounter with Fate
September 30, 2024 | A Quarter to 1
In the dim, flickering glow of gaslights illuminating the streets of Beirut, news has emerged from the shadows of conflict, echoing the relentless march of turmoil that grips our world. The Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP), a faction known for its resolute stance against imperialist encroachments, has announced the grievous loss of three esteemed members, fallen in a recent strike upon the Kola district.
On the evening of this fateful Sunday, the skies darkened as Israel launched a strike upon the Kola area, marking a significant escalation in the ongoing bombardments that have besieged the southern suburbs of this once-vibrant city since the preceding Monday. The ironclad machinery of war continues its relentless grind, yet no official tally of the dead has been disclosed.
As we peer through the smoky haze of conflict, the tales of these brave souls remind us of the heavy toll exacted by the strife that envelops our world. The gears of history turn inexorably onward, with each tragedy forging the next chapter in this grim saga.
A Dire Chronicle from the Eastern Expanse: The Toll of Conflict
From this past week
In a somber announcement from Lebanon’s Ministry of Public Health, the grim tally of human suffering mounts as the relentless air assaults by Israel continue to wreak havoc. As of this hour, the number of lives lost stands at 105, with a further 359 souls bearing the scars of injury, a harrowing testament to the chaos unfurling across the region. Notably, the Kola district in Beirut has borne the brunt of these strikes, marking a significant departure from the prior focus on the southern suburbs.
The tumultuous skies have not only darkened over Lebanon; the assault extends to the Yemeni port city of Hodeidah, where Israel has targeted vital infrastructure, including the critical Ras Isa seaport and several power stations, disrupting the lifelines of a beleaguered populace.
In the beleaguered Gaza Strip, the toll is equally severe, with medical sources reporting at least 28 Palestinian lives extinguished since the break of dawn on this fateful Sunday. Each lost life adds a weighty chapter to the ongoing saga of despair.
In the corridors of power, the echoes of alarm resonate. US President Joe Biden has expressed the urgent need to avert a broader regional conflict in the Middle East, recognizing the perilous brink upon which the region teeters.
Adding to the chilling revelations, it has come to light that the bomb employed in the assassination of Hezbollah leader Hassan Nasrallah was a guided weapon of American origin, as disclosed by a US senator to NBC News. Yet, the Pentagon remains silent, as does Israel, leaving a veil of uncertainty over this critical matter.
As the cogs of war turn relentlessly, we find ourselves witnessing a tempest of human tragedy, each life lost a poignant reminder of the fragility of peace in a world beset by strife. The shadows deepen, and the future remains uncertain, held captive by the tumultuous forces of history.
