Time

The photo above was my entry for the Single Frame Stories last week. The prompt for the story was "time". I was thinking of Bukowoski's poem air and light and time and space: 

no baby, if you’re going to create

you’re going to create whether you work

16 hours a day in a coal mine...

baby, air and light and time and space

have nothing to do with it

and don’t create anything

except maybe a longer life to find

new excuses

for.

Satan

I saw this on a shirt today in SL: "Satan worships me." I rather liked it. I'm thinking I should make a shirt that says "The Lindens refer to me as a god."

I Didn't Mean To

Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown
myself. I meant to swim till I sank -- but that's not the same
thing.
-Joseph Conrad, The Secret Sharer

Sympathetically Loathsome

Sympathetically loathsome is how the character for Walter White in Breaking Bad is described. If you're not familiar with the series, it's a about a high school chemistry teacher that contracts lung cancer. He fears dying and leaving his family impoverished. He has a disabled teenage son and his forty something wife is pregnant with their second child. To earn some fast cash he goes into business with one of his former students, making methamphetamine, commonly known as meth, and selling it.

He's not mentally weak though. He's extraordinarily tough. A few dead bodies doesn't bother him, even a couple of dead children.There's one memorable scene where he's getting a checkup to see if his cancer has returned and he's talking with a fellow cancer patient in the waiting room:

To hell with your cancer. I’ve been living with cancer for the better part of a year. Right from the start, it’s a death sentence. That’s what they keep telling me. Well, guess what? Every life comes with a death sentence, so every few months I come in here for my regular scan, knowing full well that one of these times - hell, maybe even today - I’m gonna hear some bad news. But until then, who’s in charge? Me. That’s how I live my life. 

If you were confronted with the same choice, what would you do?

Confession

I saw someone's profile tonight, that said "if we're not here to have fun, than why are we here?" For me, I think it's loneliness. I come to SL to tell my stories. It gives meaning and purpose to my otherwise dull and meaningless life.

New Year Resolution

This year, I'm setting the bar high. My goal is to not die. To somehow survive until 2014. I think I may need to take that approach to daily life and say a little prayer each day at midnight "whew, survived another day."

Sadness

He walked leaning over, hands in his pockets, eyes
on the ground. If he had had a tail, it would have been
dragging.