September 6th, 2003

Stab Time

A wise man once told me that everyone in the World Series are not baseball players, but wizards.

The little things don't make all the difference because there are so many little things. The little things make all the difference because they are the big things. There is no difference. No "Eh, it's such a little thing." One time, kind of a while ago, a friend of mine who's the same age as me put a different age on the line when filling out one of those "Pidly details no one care about" quizes. I just about had a heart attack that night. Every little thing I take for granted flashed before my eyes as potentially false.

Of course, it's mental. A bit. To a degree. But it's impossible to question one portion of fact alone, and presume the remainder is solid. Questioning one piece means questioning everything, no matter how unremarkable it is to begin with. When you take one atom out of a pile the final entity changes. And analyzing the new entitiy is only as possible as the ability to count atoms.
  • Current Music
    underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing

staring into the atoms of (un)remarkably dirty rooms, take one

Some of the mess I can understand. The circumference of glasses around the desk. The vaguely organized piles of clothing. Bags full of unimportant paperwork under a cluster of stuffed animals relocated from the bed who never found a suitable habitat.

Every once in a while, there is a bag that contains, for example, nothing but one shirt, partially worn, and my bunny Motopet. Either one alone, eh. Or maybe if there was more stuff with them.. just a bag of stuff. Just the two of them, well at least it's one more reminder why I need to make with the effort even when I don't feel the drive.
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    Alanis songs I never write the titles to