18.4.12 - 13.4.12

18.4.12 - Impenetrable red light doesn't suffuse into the surrounding darkness.  Perhaps it is a red object.  Or a light object.  Spheres contain clouds of interlaced light white.

17.4.12 - Already mentioned in a prior blog entry (but no hard in mentioning it again eh?) I opened an Etsy shop today (http://www.etsy.com/shop/GarthSimmons?ref=si_shop) with any luck I'm hoping it'll make me a minor amount of money and dwindle away some of my art materials of which I have far too much.  Considered opening a Folksy shop instead as heard they are a bit better than Etsy but didn't like the fact that Folksy is called Folksy and that people may think I'm one of those Folky people.

16.4.12 -  I hate reincarnation.  I hate the man at the top of the ladder with Enlightenment clutched in his hands refusing to show anyone what it is and saying "you just have to feel it, I can't explain it, one day you'll just know what the answer is. Now give me all your clothes and bend over, and if you don't live your live by my rules you'll die and come back as Ian Beale". 

If reincarnation exists it is soul slavery and in the land of transmigration all the souls at the top are laughing at the sad faces spiralling from one body to the next - clueless to the idea that they have ever lived before.

15.4.12 - one doorway leads to another doorway even if it's the doorway you came in by - which would involve spinning round especially if you went into somewhere particularly dodgy and full of aggressive staring. 
Pillars of nothing new but still filled with the same threat of a prison like repetition.

14.4.12 - Idea for a novel - a disabled member of an insect hive intelligence (missing it's antennae therefore having no way to become one with the hive intelligence (one identity operating through millions of bodies) so it had to build it's own identity whilst completely isolated in a crowd of everyone) - it runs away from home to Polygonia where it searches for itself - it is very suggestible and joins a religious cult (worshipping the mighty Booming) but becomes as unhappy and persecuted as before so becomes a musketeer instead... (or something else - obviously haven't worked out the full plot for this book idea).   

13.4.12 - in a drift of connective disconnection... vague ideas of the future and of the here and now flipping through a million slides far too quickly making a complete blur without understanding of a single shape and complete vacuum of meaning as days blur into each other like smudged pencil - sharp edges around the significant events glow and scream "remember me" - then we forget - only to remember years later when we recollect the events of yesteryear with a complete feeling of alienation from the person we used to be.