the lightbulb conspiracy

disturbing and makes one want to run away... yeah, if we had not already been aware of such things...

a call in the evening

darkness settled. she left the laptop on and toured the house to draw the curtains.
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her face had more wrinkles now, in the evening, than it did in the morning. or was it the other way around? she sighed and left the bathroom. today she wrote more characters than usual. she was content with the progress.
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mindlessly laying the kitchen table for dinner, she wondered about the way she needed to incorporate the words of the interwieved women into the body of the writing. she lifted the napkin holder and pulled out four. she used to hum songs just to amuse herself, but not today. her hands were weary, her eyelids heavy. four plates, there.
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that was when the phone rang. it reminded her of work, so she made a few hesitant steps forward. her daughter passed it to her hands. unknown caller. she moved to the office and pushed the receiver button: 'hi, you have reached Rebecca Hahn.' - her voice sounded plain. 'hi, Becca.'
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her heart skipped a beat. it's been almost two years. 'we have just read one of your articles. we were surfing the net for keeping chicken and yours was the second or third best one on the subject.' you...we, stress on the 'we', oh, we 'oh, you did, huh, really, thanks.' 'so, we have been pondering about keeping some of our own, you know and thought that we should seek you for advice' and you never called. 'uhm, why, of course, yes?' a few minutes later the call ended and she collapsed onto a chair.
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time passed on. changing excited tips, her kids were busy chasing virtual enemies. the front door opened. her husband arrived. 'hi, how was your day?' - he addressed his words towards the office. she leaned against the door. 'uhm, i almost finished the article on pruning.' her husband stepped forward and caressed her hair. 'you look tired, dear.' 'i am. i worked a lot.' - she answered and headed for the kitchen.
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- photo credits go to http://debosmita.files.wordpress.com

do you see the light?

or do you, at times, or at special situations, keep blocking it by your very own self?
hm.


photo by royalepost.

electro-magnetic whatever

the year is here.

we have been warned, for years and years on and on.

one of our friends said the apocalypse would take place in February 2008.

guess what, we are still here.

well, i never believed in any sort of war/zombie-type apocalypse.

but the more i experience in politics, in human behaviour, in natural studies, the more i am inclined to believe in at least a slight hiccup - when there would be no more electricity, supermarkets, central water and sewer system, no more public transport or media of any kind.

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there are less and less jobs.

people are forced to eat junk. do useless jobs.

this just can not go on.

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we have to hold on to what we actually have.

each other.

we need to slow down and reevaluate things, relationships. the weight and true importance of these things in our lives.

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like i plan to print all my writings. to have them on paper.

i might as well use them to start a fire to prevent us from freezing.

i might as well read them to my grandchildren.

just in case.

i do not want to leave the world without leaving any marks.

i want my thoughts on paper.

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these are the thoughts my mind is occupied with these days.

your thoughts are welcomed.