The Life of Brutus: Time Spent Between Now and Never

Oh, I'm sorry, was I being insensitive about your sad pathetic little life?

HOW DO YOU NOT FALL DOWN MORE??!

Today I'm thankful to those who guard the gates to my temple of solitude, my sanctuary, my place of quiet contemplation, my void of distraction. Without this place my insanity would be winning in the race against creativity, and without the people who stand guard these gates would fall to those wishing to invade.

As I arrive back at work after a wonderfully long weekend of idle thought I'm reminded of this fact like an open-handed slap to the face. That familiar Cheshire cat smile of my colleague, like a knife on velvet it does nothing to hide her knowledge of what lies waiting in the workload abyss.

You are dumber than a box of hair. And I hate you...

I am fed up of starring 10ft into a pool that is barely 3ft deep: watching, hoping, praying for some sign of passion or inspiration. Do I find it? No, no I do not.  I'd like to think my moments of silence are taken as intellectual pauses, that I consciously know when to keep quiet, but the truth of is that I'm generally HATING YOU TO DEATH!!!

Like a timid stray I retreat in record time to my happy place, which today comes in the form of digital podcastery (thanks again Penny Arcade). But the downside to having one sense barricaded against the onslaught is that it can make others vulnerable to attack.

Jesus, take the wheel.

Is it that I'm afraid of saying something? Or that I'll be ignored, at worst laughed at? Or is it that I've been stuck in one place for so long that I've become contemptuous? But that's the cost of civilisation I suppose, the arrogance of thinking we know all there is to know.

I've once again fallen on my own sword...

In other news, I found the word 'Neologism' today and it's instantly become my favourite gism. By far!