I sense that some form of alternate media beckons. I generally don't feel like situating myself behind a laptop screen for expressing myself following several hours of doing that in a work-type environment, though I am downright brimming with that need for expression. Preferably one not sharing an interface with Facebook. True, I have lately returned to writing with real pen, ink, paper and beer-spill stains when it comes to interacting through letters. E-mails are for quick confirmations and necessary transfers of information. Their non-existence is far too transient to allow information to stick in my brain. There are a lot of things stuck there - a few pixels describing someone's child's activities last week or their new job aren't going to hang around in that dust trap for long. Committing something onto paper and receiving it back is much more fixated in every respect. I'm all about getting back to that. Plus, my laptop is bulky, I'm somewhat concerned I may get tetanus from it, the battery lasts for 1.2 minutes and in order to keep it plugged in, you have to pull back the power cord at a 180-degree angle and trap it under the keyboard to hold pressure on it so you can have your hands free. Mobility isn't its point of pride.
Maybe it's the approach of spring (which I usually try to ignore as annoying foreplay to summer). It could also be seeing the sun more than twice per week. It's definitely not the proper winter that surrounds, elbow-jabbing with its -30 C and loads of snow. I like that kind of winter - namely, one that at least embodies the seasonal term. In any case.. I feel like I'm standing on the bluffs in Tabasalu looking at the gulf, feeling the breeze and a slight pull forwards. It's that feeling of motion that I haven't sensed in a while though for which I constantly strive.. probably in vain, as it's similar to ordering a taxi at 2 AM. You can expect to get it sometime, but before then you have to stand on the corner and listen to the busy tone or, worse, a 5-second repeating 'musical' clip (ba-badada-badada-ba-babadada-ba-dada-badada-dadadaa). You will get through after a while, though there's no sense of time or progress involved in the operation.
The re-entrance of daylight into the concept of day will definitely bring more things - getting the bike fixed, being able to physically move farther than from my desk to downtown and back, fresh air here and there.. and the acquisition of my residency permit extension is also a great 'hurrah'. Double-fist-pump freeze-frame-air-jump followed by super-karate-kick. Take that, Citizenship and Migration Board. We shall meet once or twice more.
Taking pot shots at linguistic release.
Edasi, вперёд..
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