A month of involution
Dec. 8th, 2005 04:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Some time ago I came to the conclusion that, at a given time, I could do only two of these things: work, school, and philosophy. So I accepted that two years of my life (of which a half-year is now completed) would be a low period. This acceptance remains, but I do get vacations. In the recondite image of pursuit that depicts, with a vital sense of danger, my way, one of the (five) hounds chasing me is Forgetfulness. The gulf between my past and myself widens every month, as is inevitable; however, actively keeping a continuity between the two can keep insights and emotions attained then from being forgotten.
There will also be much to dismay and depress me in the months ahead. I need something that can sustain a sense of purpose, when that within me is so prone to wavering. Perhaps I need a permanent caution against my more insidious vices, too. To achieve some of this, I plan to use this month or so, when school is at bay, to write one LJ entry per day, at least after averaging.
Considering I almost never use this journal for actual journalling, whether of the traditional or LJ sort, expect nothing simple, nothing specific, a covenant more than a chronicle; you (my half-dozen or so friends who read this) will be my audience only incidentally, though occasionally I'll meet myself with similar disregard. But a few warnings are in order: first, if you're repulsed by either self-hatred or self-love, think about stopping when you see them coming. You will see them coming. Also, I plan not to read comments until a week after they're written, in order to avoid disrupting the progression of moods behind the entries. So be patient until then, if you're really curious about something. Finally:
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Date: 2005-12-09 12:36 am (UTC)On a serious note, however; that sounds like a very good idea.
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Date: 2005-12-15 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-16 01:31 am (UTC)They're really a departure from what I'm used to (and I love it). More like witting outside on a spring day compared to... shooting at monsters inside that are all trying to kill you with loud music blaring in he background.