Today’s a day of Friday and light. There’s a sunshade laying on the sorry chesterfield, and she saw the broken cup and stewed. Quick to forgive, she planned herself for a visit.

It’s vibrant and live

Its calculated and rive

A scent without clover

I know it’s all sonder

Musing. Light travels faster than sound… so I guess I’m not the first or last to realize I should be able to see something before I hear it? Of course, it’s all relative…

Memory is the feeling of a time snapped into motionless

Memory is a silent phrase we see in a flash of organic

Memory still us for a fraction of our being from where we sit,

 stand or move through empty canvas.

It is not a trapped goal or a bright flare of mercy, but

a subtle blank slate of hard wired molecules in an

electric charge that excited you to action

You can activate your memories by testing the thoughts that

haunt the dreams you have at night,

You can form a memory by instilling a smile of thanks into

a willing recipient.

You can erase a memory by choosing to ignore the

implications of it.

Your memories are collected in a porcelain

cup with a broken handle.

It’s moments like these I always feel like there is some sort of immense symbolism I should be respecting within myself.

It’s June 26th, 12:16 AM. I am alone aside from two family dogs who are sleeping somewhere nearby. The family is away, and only away for a reason, a good one.

I feel like I should have something to say, but I don’t really, because I am just holding out for the same safety that we’ve been afforded all along. I write to nobody in particular, but June 26th is a pretty important day to a dozen or a half, perhaps a dozen and a half, or one half and six of another… regardless, the moment is still in development.

What to do. The music is ominously eerie, the sounds are dissipated and all there is to notice is the tapping of these keys on this computer. It stirred one of the dogs, and I decide that I need some blue light. Daniel, Shalysa, and what I have temporarily termed my alibi, you will seemingly have more than just me in common.

I am reminded of the scene in the movie Rent, Christmas eve. A bohemian revolution, a party – after party – after riot – caused a riot – terms.

I will post a writing about Memory.

 

I wrote one little piece today to keep my mind busy while I challenged myself through the afternoon lull. Thanks for reading.

https://technoverte.com/captivated-by-spacial-arrangement

I saw you today, in the supermarket – in front of the fresh2go and deli..

My heart sinks everytime I see you. I cry thinking about it.

It started today, May 4th, 2018.

I had been up, a little manically, developing my thoughts for what would be my first foray into the public domain. There is no picturesque way to put it, it had been suggested to me that my writing should go into the public domain – so I did what any self-respecting person would do – I purchased a public domain. This one. Technoverte.com.

I have been writing already, quite frequently, actually, but primarily to one person. Myself. So last night, without a dream, I “woke up” and started to think, okay. It’s been a long time. You’ve got a lot of good ideas. Why not take the advice and actually start writing for two people. Me, and you.

Over the course of the next few weeks, spanning into a year (as that’s how long I have purchased this domain for at present), I want to bring to light a small glint as to who I am, and what I have been doing. I have a lot of projects on the go. I have been keeping a sporadic journal, tending to my health, but have recently been let go from my primary place of employment. I’m still searching for employment, but for today, I am beginning to write to let go of some of the past and bring to light the musings of a person, a whole person, who is ready to restart. I will start my blog with a quote from myself, which is also the tagline to the site:

“Pitter, patter, insert, delete. I think handwriting has become obsolete.”

With a pathetic fallacy to it, it is actually raining in my area of residence today. On my travels to where I am now, I narrowly avoided demise by jumping out of the way of a turning car. The car stopped, shortly thereafter, and with their window withdrawn, I heard: “Sorry!” to which I gave the short beginnings of forgiveness; a simple “Yeah!”.

The truth is greater than that, but let’s start with this post today.

I welcome you to read some of my musings, articles, notes and thoughts, but I have chosen to remain anonymous. “Technoverte” was a call name I once used, an alias, and I will continue to use it, as I think it demonstrates an experience I can relate to. An approach to science and technology. I truly value the art, the faith, the study, and the rigor attached to developing and becoming the people we are today using the tools of yesterday and tomorrow.

• Technoverte Clearwaters

Ironically, math is not that challenging. However, focusing under pressure is. My second article is posted under pretence.

https://technoverte.com/with-musical-influence

While I started the foundations for something, the first post was

When the psych ward seems normal,
And becomes your hotel,
That’s when you know,
You have stories to tell.