not long ago, i loved the noise and bustle.
even at night, while i slept, i liked to keep the radio on.
radio music wove itself into my dreams.
i either sang alone or played with a band in these dreams.
but nowadays, thick clouds continually cover the sky above me.
i don't know if others see it that way, but it certainly seems that way, where i stand.
maybe the gods told the clouds to follow wherever i go.
the clouds cover the sun.
they descend on everything as thick fog.
they muffle the sounds.
i would have hated this in the past.
but now i like it this way.
because it allows the noise inside my head to stream out.
if i kept it in i would have gone crazy.
so there. if others have streaming audio,
and others have streaming video,
i got streaming cerebro.
welcome to my world of quiet noise.
no more radio music at night too.
especially love songs that remind me of her.
i hate especially that feeling
when it comes at two in the morning.
and i stare at the darkness.
my streaming cerebro is blocked.
it is cooped up inside.
system gridlock.
i hate that too.
so there.
welcome to my world of quiet noise.
hey, i've said that already.
but it's alright.
this is my blog.
i'm not talking to anyone.
i'm not even talking to myself.
i'm just looking quietly at a mirror,
to watch bits of my streaming cerebro
flare out of my eyes, and ears, and nostrils, and mouth
like sunspots in dark red
stitched up by sun flares in hot blue.
all bright spectral silence.
welcome to my world of quiet noise.
did i say that already?
sunspots are said to cycle every 10 years.
my cycles are every 8 hours.
streaming cerebro.
electron bridge.
plasma spark.
quiet noise.
i'm the skystorm.
welcome to my new life.