It never really ends, does it? The act of taking responsibility, of deciding to be anything but numb, means that one accepts a process that must be continually renewed, not just when the whim strikes, but *every damn day*.
Learning new things. Undertaking new disciplines. Turning intention into attention, and not flagging.
Every day I feel it takes more than I have, and every day I find something else. And if I'm honest, it's only that which keeps me alive.
The sign reads:
“This #cat suddenly came to our store early this morning. We led it far away from here but it has returned. We tried to lure it with pet food but it will not move. Today is the anniversary of the death of our store’s manager so we’ve decided to see this situation as a special day. Please forgive us for the hindrance.”
People online were immediately intrigued by the mysterious situation, leaving comments like:
"Welcome home, store manager.”
They're never going to let us alone, are they. https://boingboing.net/2019/07/26/hitchhikers-guide-to-the-gal.html
Global Frequency, Special Circumstances
A bunch of technomancers in the fediverse. Keep it fairly clean please. This arcology is for all who wash up upon it's digital shore.