1 week ago 🥁 for day 283, 2021 with 424 words.

Beeping, darkness, and coincidences

It's Sunday evening and I'm slowly but steadily getting the things done I need done before a new week begins.
I noticed today that I love the sound of my dishwasher (it's rhythmic and calming) and despise the washing machine (it's demanding and obnoxious). The signal the washing machine makes also drives me up the wall. I guess it's made that way to make sure you attend to it as soon as it's done but it really pushes some primal buttons in me that make me want to punch or yell at something. The beeping from the dishwasher is annoying too but not as much. It also doesn't keep going in the same way.

The darkness outside still feels unfamiliar. I know it's going to be there all winter and there's only going to be more of it. Still, I don't seem to be able to accept it just yet. I have to live with it and accepting it would probably make things easier but I don't have to accept it. Not yet. So I probably won't.

I'm looking forward to the day I don't have to do this tired 10PM writing. I also know I'm going to miss it...

Thoughts on a walk

He turned right and walked down Mapel Street. A cat crossed the road a few meters in front of him. It was a totally black cat, no white spots, no white paws. He thought about that old thing about a black cat crossing the road ahead meant bad luck. He couldn't remember if he was supposed to knock on something, spit or throw something to make this good again so he did nothing. Then he thought about how that cat didn't acknowledge his existence at all but it supposedly had the power to change his life drastically. He concluded that was the case with many human-human interactions as well. Life, in a way, was just a series of coincidences that could be made sense of when studied backward.

He turned left onto Oak Road. He could explain why he was right there at just that time and if he chose his words right, he could make it sound like it was on purpose. In reality, other people and the movements of the universe had more to do with it than his own active actions.
He concluded it didn't matter all that much how he got there. He was about to get the best coffee of the day and that was all that really mattered.


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