Ok, so I woke up feverish today. The sheets were soaked with sweat and my cold had officially progressed to 'Oh My God you germ bastards I'm going to skullfuck out your eyeballs and break your kneecaps with a brick'. I wandered through work (I was off ill yesterday, so felt compelled to attend today, I have a sickening sense of social responsibility sometimes. It really needs to be reined in.) in a light-headed woozy state brought on by slugging Covonia out of the bottle and two cans of Red Bull. I'm so tardcore baby, yo.
So anyhow, as always when I wandering round, whanged off my tits on illness and non-prescription medication, I started mentally free-wheeling, going off on another random tangent. And as I'm still under the effects, so to speak, I decided to write about it.
It occurs to me that we live our lives in grids and boxes. We spend our days pacing the four square walls of the buildings we use to portion off our lives from everyone else before setting out to pace the same worns paths to work, to the shops, to where you go at weekends. Now I'm not about to start wearing flannel shirts and moaning about our zombie suburban lifestyles but what I'm saying is we walk the paths and pavements that are laid out for us. We use buildings for their intended purposes. We live in homes, drink in pubs, etc etc.
I guess this is why stuff like this or this have fascinated me as long as I've known about them. Not to mention stuff like Urban Exploration, Le Parkour or the Chernobyl Forbidden Zone. Think of it, an entire 30km-radius area evactuated and untouched for years. Buildings, homes, communities.
What I guess I'm trying to say is I've always been fascinated by the idea of places that have fallen between the cracks. Places that have been claimed by those who were never intended to claim it, or their purposes perverted to some other end. circles in a square world, if you will. I sometimes wonder if, with so much of the world charted, mapped and divided into squares, these places are the one true form of adventure left to us, to re-explore and re-purpose our surroundings, to look at the places that have been forgotten and see how they ahve shifted away from society.
In other news, I remain extremely uncertain as to my brother's mental health. He's scoring a copy of Kung-Fu Hustle tomorrow about which I am, y'know, DESPERATELY EXCITED. However, he made me watch Yu-Gi-Oh. Also, he's 22.
"Ahahahahaha! Now the time is right to lay out my defenses, I play my Celtic Warrior in defensive mode!"
"FOOL! You have fallen right into my trap! I reveal my trap card, Defence Paralysis, which stops any of your cards from entering Defensive Mode! You only have 500 life points left, you cannot possibly hope to stop my attack! BLUE EYES WHITE DRAGON! OBLITERATE!"
"Maybe I can't survive the onslaught of your Blue Eyes White Dragon, but I have the Deflect Magic Trap Card, which reflects any attack back at it's owner!"
"Curse you! However, you won't beat me so easily, I play my Negate Attack Card, which completely negates my Blue Eyes White Dragon's reflected attack!"
(actual dialogue)
So anyhow, as always when I wandering round, whanged off my tits on illness and non-prescription medication, I started mentally free-wheeling, going off on another random tangent. And as I'm still under the effects, so to speak, I decided to write about it.
It occurs to me that we live our lives in grids and boxes. We spend our days pacing the four square walls of the buildings we use to portion off our lives from everyone else before setting out to pace the same worns paths to work, to the shops, to where you go at weekends. Now I'm not about to start wearing flannel shirts and moaning about our zombie suburban lifestyles but what I'm saying is we walk the paths and pavements that are laid out for us. We use buildings for their intended purposes. We live in homes, drink in pubs, etc etc.
I guess this is why stuff like this or this have fascinated me as long as I've known about them. Not to mention stuff like Urban Exploration, Le Parkour or the Chernobyl Forbidden Zone. Think of it, an entire 30km-radius area evactuated and untouched for years. Buildings, homes, communities.
What I guess I'm trying to say is I've always been fascinated by the idea of places that have fallen between the cracks. Places that have been claimed by those who were never intended to claim it, or their purposes perverted to some other end. circles in a square world, if you will. I sometimes wonder if, with so much of the world charted, mapped and divided into squares, these places are the one true form of adventure left to us, to re-explore and re-purpose our surroundings, to look at the places that have been forgotten and see how they ahve shifted away from society.
In other news, I remain extremely uncertain as to my brother's mental health. He's scoring a copy of Kung-Fu Hustle tomorrow about which I am, y'know, DESPERATELY EXCITED. However, he made me watch Yu-Gi-Oh. Also, he's 22.
"Ahahahahaha! Now the time is right to lay out my defenses, I play my Celtic Warrior in defensive mode!"
"FOOL! You have fallen right into my trap! I reveal my trap card, Defence Paralysis, which stops any of your cards from entering Defensive Mode! You only have 500 life points left, you cannot possibly hope to stop my attack! BLUE EYES WHITE DRAGON! OBLITERATE!"
"Maybe I can't survive the onslaught of your Blue Eyes White Dragon, but I have the Deflect Magic Trap Card, which reflects any attack back at it's owner!"
"Curse you! However, you won't beat me so easily, I play my Negate Attack Card, which completely negates my Blue Eyes White Dragon's reflected attack!"
(actual dialogue)
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Was good to meet you. Can't wait for the photos to go up!
Really great to finally meet you man, hope i see you soon, take it easy
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