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What is 284?

preface.

284 is something that
happens sometimes.
to me, to you,
and to that bird over there.

I am a pile of nothing with many thoughts. Here are some of them.

i caught a star.

 Last night was a clear one -- the stars were out. I was hoping that my camera would be jacked enough to capture their presence, but that didn't seem to be the case here. After a few attempts, i did manage to get one star on screen.

i caught many stars.

 Finally got my hands on a nicer camera! Caught many stars this time, muehehe.
 Darkness seems like a foreign concept to the urbanized part of the world, with all its different lamps -- and i couldn't be more thankful for the quality of life it brings. But still, it's nice to revisit the fear darkness brings from a different perspective.

futile purrrsuit.

 Today a black cat -- not quite young, not quite old -- jumped onto my leg as it tried to reach a strap dangling from my bag. The bag was too high though, so the little guy couldn't reach it.
 ...I may or may not have held the bag up higher while it was clinging to my leg. hehehe. Sorry, little guy. I was a meanie head.

everything is political... but...

 ...With enough thought put into it, everything is thermodynamic, too. Everything is mathematic, geological, artistic... etc. etc.

 It's just many people don't talk about thermodynamics on a regular basis, whereas problems and decisions -- a.k.a. the building blocks of politics -- naturally occupy much more of their thought processes.
 Thus, the connection between politics and... well... everything is made at a much faster rate, and at a larger volume too.
 Consensus is therefore weighted towards stuff like economics and politics, and that's okay. I believe politics is a natural process that arises from a gazillion needs of a gazillion people sharing limited space.

 But honestly, sometimes it's relieving to step back from this perspective and wonder at how entropy (and the change thereof) is able to show itself even in political discourse.

An old roblox screenshot. I heard they added age verification recently.

we walked home under the scorching sun.

 There was an issue with my bicycle's chain which i didn't know how to fix at the time.
 I remember hyping it up in my head as i dragged it up an inclined path. We were left walking there without the mercy of overhead shade for 5 minutes.
 Got a slight tan from that walk. Happy times.

petrichor & chain lube.

 It was noon, so virtually nobody was there to witness the impending sense of rain manifest into reality. 'Aight, time to head back.
 I remember stopping, drenched in 7mm rainfall, to readjust his chain, which had slipped after having him roll down a hill and splash through some puddles.
 We smelled like petrichor and chain lube once we got home. Happy times.

today. now. walk.

 Period cramps, ginger drink at hand. The usual spot under the evergreen trees was taken, but that's okay.
 Body of water, people chatting & drawing. Wind & moon oversaw us all. How idyll.
 I'd love to die on that grass over there.

being a person is scary...

 ...and everything we do while alive could be framed as our attempt to cope with that scariness... that void.

 Sometimes i decorate my life by seeking stories out in the wild. Just today, the register lady at the local eatery called a schoolkid by the eatery's name. I thought, "woahhhh does that mean they named the place after (what i assumed to be) their child?" Was that schoolkid their child? Dunno, might ask the lady sometime later.

 In the midst of all this, the void was there, and with it, i was being.

 Sometimes i plead for myself to never have been in the first place, but i've been left hanging for a while. So for now i'll just wait and experience doing stuff, and maybe try not to worry too much.

bird log.

  That is the title of one of the earlier posts on my archived blog.
  January; i was sitting near the window when i saw a bird's nest settled on a pipe outside. This was my first time seeing a nest this close, let alone one with actual birds in it... young ones, too!
  This year's 23rd January, i was distracted on my walk by an unfamiliar bird call. I looked up and saw a whole flock perched on a tree! Managed to snap a photo, hehe.

💿 now playing: everywhere at the end of time.

 Strange how, within a decade, it went from something i was instinctively fearful of to this source of... otherworldly comfort... for me.

 But, as it is with people, how we relate to music changes with compounded experience over time.

 I wonder what sort of thoughts this album would evoke in me 10 years from now.

💿 now playing: everywhere at the end of time.

 Strange how, within a decade, it went from something i was instinctively fearful of to this source of... otherworldly comfort... for me.

 But, as it is with people, how we relate to music changes with compounded experience over time.

 I wonder what sort of thoughts this album would evoke in me 10 years from now.