“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Michael N. Schrage stood beside him, deep within his dreams similar to my own, of worlds beyond this small shell and lives not yet lived, of better existences than this and truths men has never known.” - Edgar Allen Poe
The above quote is one of my all-time favorite. For one, I love everything about Mr. Poe, and for two, I feel like I live the quote far too often. Many people, including myself at times, insist I live in a fantasy world, or that I at least practice escapism far too often, whether through writing, dreaming, music, or just plain thinking. That’s only because I prefer other worlds to this, as odd as that sounds. I guess that’s why I was born to write fantasy. I could rant more, but I don’t want to type it because I’m sleep exhausted and it’s probably not very interesting.
I wish I had more to share today, but yes, I’m tired, up and on the go since quite early. I arrived at work seven hours early, sighed, left, and went to the gym for a few hours, where I sighed, left, and returned home only to leave again in a few hours for work. Again. Working at a package store can be rather depressing and ironically sobering, especially when you’re working there with a degree. But everyone deals with shit and no one wants to hear about someone else dealing with shit unless that shit is funny. I prefer to be happy and pleasant on the outside.
Tomorrow I’m going to blog about aliens, of which I am somewhat of an expert. It will be epic.
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