It's Friday! Time to relax and sleep in tomorrow.
Yes and no.
I am in transition. My country is in transition. My world community is in transition.
A friend came by last night to pick up the Ikea dresser I bought last year. It is starting, the time that I must leave Germany. All these bits and pieces of stuff that has no meaning to anyone else are being giving away or sold for a few euros.
I'm looking at a cheap, self-assembled shelf. I bought it from the previous guy living in my tiny apartment back in Tuebingen. I brought it here to Magdeburg, but now I leave it here. It won't hold anymore memories. The object itself is an Artifact, a magical thing which holds part of my past. I will sell it to someone.
I was told to cherish the memories. That's kinda obvious, isn't it? I must take the magic from the object back into my head and transfer it here so that when my organic brain fails, at least some fragment of the magic lingers on, or maybe is transformed, used for some other creative endeavor. The magic is cheap and can't be sold. Idiosyncratic and highly personal, it carries no value except for those who know it, who created it.
The shelf held my books, which are now packed away or electronically stored because I had suspected my transient life-style would demand more flexibility. Books read and stored away in boxes and now at Amazon. It's always difficult for a bookophile to give up the book and to remember what is important is the story. It's always difficult for a magician to give up the talisman even though he has reabsorbed the magic back into himself. Stacks of science paper on the shelf are also long gone, moved and then left behind except for the story which runs through my head:
Combinatorial regulation with transcription factors, epigenetic integration, facilitation from womb impact, contact, contacting space and you and me. Poisons and gift in curative dosage. Regenerating axon fiber optics to nucleus of an activated T cell.
The small TV was given away a long time ago, but the plant is here. What will I do with it? A living thing. I will also give it away. Someone else will take care of it. Perhaps it will survive long after, like other plants from fraternity rooms, drunken youth, and midlife transition.
I played the artifact card, but it is not tappable. It is not regenerative. I can only use it once, and then it breaks, fragments and goes to the discarded stack. Perhaps there lurks a spell or incantation still to draw, which let's me search through the discarded deck and reclaim a cheap, shelf-made self. My deck has always been green, partly regenerative, partly reflective and recursive, a self-made reclamation.
But it's time to pack up the playing cards, at least for now. You win. Take the card that you wanted. I hope it makes your deck strong. I buy another starter deck hoping to find that one interesting artifact, spell, or creature card that will fit nicely into my current odd assortment of memory and manna.
3X3
fragment. nass. noFog.
magic. regeneration. artifact.
books. memory. manna.
Yes and no.
I am in transition. My country is in transition. My world community is in transition.
A friend came by last night to pick up the Ikea dresser I bought last year. It is starting, the time that I must leave Germany. All these bits and pieces of stuff that has no meaning to anyone else are being giving away or sold for a few euros.
I'm looking at a cheap, self-assembled shelf. I bought it from the previous guy living in my tiny apartment back in Tuebingen. I brought it here to Magdeburg, but now I leave it here. It won't hold anymore memories. The object itself is an Artifact, a magical thing which holds part of my past. I will sell it to someone.
I was told to cherish the memories. That's kinda obvious, isn't it? I must take the magic from the object back into my head and transfer it here so that when my organic brain fails, at least some fragment of the magic lingers on, or maybe is transformed, used for some other creative endeavor. The magic is cheap and can't be sold. Idiosyncratic and highly personal, it carries no value except for those who know it, who created it.
The shelf held my books, which are now packed away or electronically stored because I had suspected my transient life-style would demand more flexibility. Books read and stored away in boxes and now at Amazon. It's always difficult for a bookophile to give up the book and to remember what is important is the story. It's always difficult for a magician to give up the talisman even though he has reabsorbed the magic back into himself. Stacks of science paper on the shelf are also long gone, moved and then left behind except for the story which runs through my head:
Combinatorial regulation with transcription factors, epigenetic integration, facilitation from womb impact, contact, contacting space and you and me. Poisons and gift in curative dosage. Regenerating axon fiber optics to nucleus of an activated T cell.
The small TV was given away a long time ago, but the plant is here. What will I do with it? A living thing. I will also give it away. Someone else will take care of it. Perhaps it will survive long after, like other plants from fraternity rooms, drunken youth, and midlife transition.
I played the artifact card, but it is not tappable. It is not regenerative. I can only use it once, and then it breaks, fragments and goes to the discarded stack. Perhaps there lurks a spell or incantation still to draw, which let's me search through the discarded deck and reclaim a cheap, shelf-made self. My deck has always been green, partly regenerative, partly reflective and recursive, a self-made reclamation.
But it's time to pack up the playing cards, at least for now. You win. Take the card that you wanted. I hope it makes your deck strong. I buy another starter deck hoping to find that one interesting artifact, spell, or creature card that will fit nicely into my current odd assortment of memory and manna.
3X3
fragment. nass. noFog.
magic. regeneration. artifact.
books. memory. manna.
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