January 2025
Music Listening
- Continuing Alzabo Soup - I’m finishing Sword of the Lictor now. ★★★★★
- Floating Points’ Crush - A synaptic ballet of glitch and groove. Makes dishwashing feel like tending to hydroponic gardens on Mars. ★★★★★
Books Reading
- Dune by Frank Herbert - Wanted to read this for a while, it’s better than the movies. ★★★★
Games Playing
- Kings Field II - Playing on PS1 and CRT. Clunky as a cybernetic knight, but its fog-drenched corridors hum with proto-Souls melancholy.
Log
Solomon stopped waving goodbye. For a few months his tiny hand would piston through daycare windows as I reversed down Rachel’s driveway - a metronome of trust.
He has been talking to his imaginary friends, Sky from paw patrol. Interesting to see that sort of thing happening so early. I wonder if he’ll remember it when he’s older.
He’s also been pretty good at math, he can add 1+1-3 and 2+1-3. I’m not sure if that’s normal for his age, but I’m proud of him.
Poem: Every Step on the Brake is Wasted Gas
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather them
but the highway demands
perpetual falling forward
Your waving hand fossilized
in rearview amber -
first forgotten ritual
of a hundred thousand surrenders
Polar shifts murmur through playground asphalt
as we idling gods pump poisonous hymns:
What is saved
by stopping?
The toddler who mapped constellations
in ceiling cracks
now calculates escape velocity
from my embrace
I press brakes
to feel something catch
while Earth’s iron heart sputters
unshielded
in solar winds
The microwave clock blinks 00:00. Frost feathers the windows. Somewhere, a car alarm howls at the weakening magnetosphere.