Another week. I went to sleep early last night, and when I woke up I was thinking about the wierdest shit. Looking ahead to when my parents will die, looking backwards to all my friends whom I have lost to the sands of time. I don't think it's about regret, but it's about missing a part of myself. Terrible fucking feeling. I don't know, maybe this is why so many people anchor their life in one town, be it a rural small town or not. I've never had a permenant home, I have lived in more states than I can remember.
My online persona, Noxeos, is a combination of latin and greek. Nox is the latin word for darkness, black. Eos is from the greek mythos of the goddess of the Dawn. So literally, my name means Black Dawn. I got my name from a dream I had, one of those that was so profound that it had a lasting effect. My dream was simple, I was standing in a vast canyon, void of all life. The colorscale was faded to grey, void of any color. It looked like one of those rover pictures coming back from Mars, but I sensed in all parts of my being that it was Earth, just in a different time. I came up for a name for this dream, the Blackdawn. The dawn of the end; the apocalypse.
My online persona, Noxeos, is a combination of latin and greek. Nox is the latin word for darkness, black. Eos is from the greek mythos of the goddess of the Dawn. So literally, my name means Black Dawn. I got my name from a dream I had, one of those that was so profound that it had a lasting effect. My dream was simple, I was standing in a vast canyon, void of all life. The colorscale was faded to grey, void of any color. It looked like one of those rover pictures coming back from Mars, but I sensed in all parts of my being that it was Earth, just in a different time. I came up for a name for this dream, the Blackdawn. The dawn of the end; the apocalypse.
