A group of five male muskox (Ovibos moschatus) that we flew over last week. Muskox used to be common in the boreal forests of the Northwest Territories but were hunted to near extinction in the early 1900s because their hides were a replacement for buffalo robes. Recently, muskox have been expanding their range southwards, back into the boreal forests. One was even seen near Yellowknife last fall! This was my first sighting of muskox in the Sahtú Region, Northwest Territories, Canada.
I’m not posting, so this is not even meant to be ironic. It’s just a record to explain the current me to whatever I might become in future (if the future me hasn’t entirely disconnected from the Internet by then).
I think the past me tried to express his personality before it had fully developed. Time is required. I might even start to rot before I become interesting. When I do, I might not want to post about it. That last remark was meant to be ironic, but now I’m not sure it is.
My future self needs to know that there will come a time when I won’t be able to look at the things I’ve recorded on the Internet, and at that point in time none of it would matter. I’ve already put it in perspective, and that makes me a very sad individual. Humanity is cursed with knowledge, and I am no different. There is no point to cleverness. It leads nowhere. So there is no point in trying to look clever, which is what I think the past me had been trying to do.
Most of the people who might chance upon this post will be younger than me. However, for me the feeling of adultness was actually at its height when my voice broke, and I have been losing it ever since, so I now feel more insecure than I ever did as a teenager. The time for me to act was long ago, whilst it had some chance of significance. I didn’t. I just tried to look clever.
When I read other long text posts my mind often switches off after a couple of paragraphs. So blah blah blah blah…
…blah blah why blah blah not blah blah hide blah in blah blah blah blah the blah noise blah blah.
This is a post to remind myself that I’m still here. I might reblog something soon. Given time and stuff like it. I could be more definite if I was aware of the next chain of events to occur, but the future is just a hazy blur to me. Come to think of it, so is the past. I guess I’m not very observant.
Once upon a time there were two different universes.
The Universe of Two was binary. It consisted of something and nothing, but couldn’t contain a mean average. The Universe of Three had a third option, so it could contain a mean average. What’s more, it did.
When two universes collide the…
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