The drain

speaks for itself, me I say "..." and watch my words get sucked down. So much gravity somewhere below it, pulling everything down. There goes half my wardrobe, a table, books, flecks of paint, down, down, even my thoughts.

Ghost wisp

The clouds will not leave. They sit overhead waiting. "You have taken our chief; we will not leave until he is returned."

I don't know what they're talking about, but they won't believe it. "You have taken our chief."

If you can think what to do, please let me know. I haven't seen the sun in weeks now.

Ha ha ha

he laughed, ha ha!

The Canadian Mushroom Belt

extends over two thousand miles, stretching from Southern Ontario west to Alberta, ending just short of the Rockies. Across this area, a wide variety of mushrooms grow in abudndance. Residents are typically oblivious of the mushrooms, though in some communities youth play mushroom themed games such as PunchShroom, a variety of the game PunchBuggy (also known as SlugBug). A tourist industry devoted to seeing the mushroom belt is slowly growing, though these "shroomtrips" have so far been most popular with visitors from Russia and other parts of the former Soviet Union.

It is the time

when my eyelids come a drooping, and gravity tells me that I will belong to it even more for the next hours. It is getting to that time though its only 11:35 pm, still early really. But the days have been a bit long.

Typing seems as second nature, and I don't seem to really need to look at the keys, or to even think about where the letters are. Don't even need to think, much, about most of the words may be, but then I suppose the writing shows it.

I'm in a slight mood to keep on eating.

I think that memory and half memory has dominated the blog, partially because those things were there (the memories and half memories are in my mind, that is) but also because I wanted to avoid making this some chronicle of my current times. If not to write about the present, then there is always the past. The past and fantasy anyway.

But at this moment, there is no past, and not much of a present either (though much is going on, and life is far from empty). Not much of a present because basically, its all in my eyelids just now, and here they come a drooping.