Essence d'or — I Am Cecil; Hear Me Roar_The Hobby_Gone Forever_The Analog Getaway
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Essence d'or — I Am Cecil; Hear Me Roar
1,620 wordsEssence d’or — I Am Cecil; Hear Me RoarMy work here is done. Or maybe it’s just beginning. Like Mary Queen of Scots, my end might be my beginning. Certainly, my end looks like the beginning of something, perhaps a new kind of awareness, a new kind of kindness, a peaceful dawn over Zimbabwe to alight the world. We can hope, or we all perish. Perhaps not by bow and arrow and gun and sword. That was my trophied fate, not karma’s choice. But extinction looms, just the same. That is one of m...
The Hobby
Fourteen months, but if you do the math, we have only really tried for eleven. Twice I was away for work right in the middle owww.onedoor.ccf my fertile window. One month we both had COVID, so your sperm was probably shot anyway, which maybe actually means that three months from then, maybe that was when the sperm was no good. I don’t know. I just know it’s not working. The doctor says that by now it should’ve happened and maybe it’s time to look into alternatives. You take my hand and say this will make us stronger. You say this is just an obstacle on the path. A bump in the road. My desperation is getting...
Gone Forever
Everyday seemed the same. I worked my boring 9-5 job answering phones at our local insurance office. I didn't enjoy it, but I needed money because my mother was in the hospital with cancer. We had no other family and I was all she had.I hated the small town in Colorado that we lived in too. I wanted to leave years ago, but that got put on hold for multiple different reasons. Now I need to stay here for my mom.When I left my house I could feel that the weather outside was turning colder and colder by the day, it was in the air that it was going to snow soon. I also hated the snow, one of the re...
The Analog Getaway
For the first time in years, Annalise picked up a pen - a real pen with ink - and placed it to paper. Real paper she could feel, smell, and flip the pages of. It felt wrong. She could hear her thoughts much too loudly with no media to fill it. No videos. No music. No games. Just her own thundering thoughts.Before deciding to do it, the idea of actually staying at a cabin in the woods with no internet, no friends, no entertainment other than a wall of old books, would have seemed ridiculous, impossible, and more than a little cliché. But this was the new big thing: sequester away with jus...