thank you to violet, bev and lisa for the lovely notices, pictures and attention. i am so honoured! if i had even a fraction of the ability to project such warmth in a message as the three of you, i would be blessed. i can never think of very much to say.
a hospital is where i have been, and the doctor was from somalia. he liked it not at all when i mentioned pirates, but i was just doing the same as him, calmly building an emotional doctor-patient relationship, engaging in small-talk so that he would feel comfortable. it's all false, of course, neither of us had any interest in the other on a personal level. it's just to make one relax, although it only works properly if one believes the interest is genuine - otherwise it has only entertainment value.
celtic music awakens special associations, violet, as i grew up (aged 3-15) in south wales. observing the dancers and singers at a ceilidh was a regular delight; these young eyes and ears absorbed every detail, whether on the village green if the weather was fine or inside the church hall if wet. so many memories, not all good. but let me not tire you by engaging in frivolous small-talk once more. i just wanted to say i hurt my leg in an accident, that was all.
strange coincidence that late yesterday evening i watched 'the nightingale' (2018), long and moving film, deservedly won several accolades, includes a little celtic music. if anyone here gets the opportunity to see it, don't - unless you have as strong a constitution as myself, and can tolerate some real nasty bits. many people forget that it's all false, just acting, just people role playing, pretending. many people fall into the trap of actually believing it's real, but i have always been careful to avoid mind manipulation, they do not manage to trick me so easily. it was a lady called jennifer kent who made it, not a man.
not sure what to do now. i'm not even slightly tired. a lovely treat for me to be so bored that i cannot think of anything to think about. it's like sinking into one of those infinite 'who created the creator' wormholes, searching for the source of time dilation. i know it's a mindless thing to say, and this maybe is connected to the so-called 'dunning kruger effect', but people who say it's hard to not think about something are far from empty-headed numbskulls who have failed to ignore incoming thoughts. i think they know that a single thought in a blank brain can explode, a miniature big bang that destroys the blissful nothing that they had.
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have mercy on our uniform, man of peace, man of war . . ."