T H E F I R S T
D A Y: Tuesday 24 February
I would
like to focus more clearly and clarify my thoughts. I love to write
about all sorts of ideas, but a defined subject keeps
eluding my train of thought which
ebbs and flows like the many atmospheric gases that we all
breathe in our daily lives.
What would
it be like to live and exist on a space station, suspended in an
ominous vacuum like a tiny puppet on a string? This idea struck me as an exciting
one when I was considerably younger and happily striving for
the unattainable status
of Elite© in the famous 1980s PC space trading game. Even now, because of this
wonderful teenage experience the much lamented strains of
Strauss’ famous ‘Blue
space station on the television, rotating slowly in the void
of space, monitoring the
Great Unknown.
I can
remember in vivid detail how difficult it was to dock my spaceship
in the game and I resolved to carry on striving and fighting
until I could afford
to install a docking computer which made things a lot easier
and my Elite© adventure
unfolded before
me. A bit like life in fact.
I have been
to work again today and neither saw nor heard anything new
or remarkable, or perhaps I was just not looking? Work and exist is all that life seems
to be at times, or do I just need to keep my mind open to
all the little things that
may actually be the keystones of the foundations of all life
upon which the larger and
more clumsy edifices grow and prosper?
One thing I
do know though, and it is that humans generally talk much
twaddle that can be very amusing to the ear. Just like the continuity of my space station
this makes me more resolved to be honest, open and true to
myself and not to believe
any of the twaddle until it actually transpires.
Reference: www.writers-online.co.uk
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