I’d like to put my soul into a telescope
So that I may watch the heavens and hear the music of the spheres in their entirety.
To see the patterns of the nebulae forming and collapsing to see the beauty of chaos
I’d like to put my soul in a telescope so that time may pass me by to be frozen forever in wonder until my Star should die
The stars have always captivated me.
When I was a kid I knew what I wanted to be and I WAS going to be an astronaut.
I learned all of the constellations and knew all about things like dwarf planets and neutron stars.
but as i’ve grown up the weight of the world brought me back down from the stars.
It’s far too hard to be an astronaut.
I can’t think of anything else to write but I need to write another post tonight so that I can turn in this assignment on time and get a better grade.
These are a couple of long exposure picture of some 70 year old goggles that were once owned by a mad scientist who lived in the middle of a potato field.
I came across these goggles when a few friends and I went up to Idaho to watch the solar eclipse. Since it was a huge event with tons and tons of people being drawn to a small area lodging was hard to find. Thankfully though I had met a man while playing a game of Overwatch who lived directly in the path of the eclipse and I was able to convince him to let us spend the night in a tent on his lawn. Getting to his house meant driving for hours through rural Idaho before finally coming to a small maybe 600 square foot building surrounded by the ruins of an old workshop. According to the owner the workshop was owned by the man who invented the potato harvester. Inside this asbestos ridden hovel there was piles and piles of old machinery and shop equipment and in the back of the shop I found those goggles covered in welding flux and singed from an explosion decades old.
This isn’t quite a hat but I found it at my grandmas house and it was too good not to share with anyone. I like to think that this is the war mask of some long forgotten culture and that at one point in time it was worn to strike fear into the hearts of men.
One thing that I’ve recently started noticing about myself is that I’ve been chewing my fingernails down to the quick. Now that’s nothing new in the life of yours truly but these last few months have been extra stressful and my fingernails have been extra short in return. So in the spirit of self improvement I’m going to make a conscious effort through the next week to try and stop biting my nails.
Love is just a drug
The Father Of Nothing 