Never Look Into A Trolloc Cookpot…
It’s the Most Creepiest Time of Year !
Winter has always held a, well, … “chill” … over my senses when it comes to comparing it with the other seasons. I think the first I noted it was when I saw A Christmas Carol (I think the earliest one I can remember was the 1984 version with George C. Scott, albeit I think I remember a black and white one from 1951 which I am sure I saw previous to this), and so always associated the winter season with tales of ghosts . This time of year also marked the family’s yearly trip to Massachusetts, and driving past the road signs to Sleepy Hollow as we passed through New York solidified this belief, and as we passed by the signs of Salem, ever drifting into Lovecraft country, my mind would race with wild tales.
Howard Moon had it right : Ice flow, nowhere to go…Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra….Arctic Death - Infinite night.
CYBERPUNK Thoughts
In my interpretation of the genre, the stories take on great action sequences and requires the reader to take a giant leap of reality. What I find fascinating, and fearful, as I read about the “woke culture” is how more Cyberpunk we are becoming. The current perception of inequality regarding US society and policing, the technological equality among all sides (looking at social media, the medical technology regarding gender realignment and policies governing societal impact), the perception that the government is weak in the influence of companies, the legalization of marijuana. All these things point to the growth of the Cyberpunk movement, irrespective of peoples’ political view.
Trippin’
Stephen King’s the Stand book 1 opens with the caption Captain Trips June 16-July 4 1990. At the beginning of the COVID-19, I joked along with some of my coworkers about the similarity of COVID with Captain Trips. While we are not exactly at the Fourth, , the numbers are still going up.
Maybe not quite at the levels of the Stand yet, but they are going up. To observe anything different is ignorance, in my book. Shuffle the numbers how you like, the evidence is there.
Interpretation on Unrest
A dell, a quiet tree filled valley, lies uninhabited by man as it been turned into a soldier’s graveyard. The people had gone to war. The heavens at night, stars distant in their towers view these circumstances as unimportant (“mild-eyed”) and minuscule when compared to that with the Cosmos. The light of day, showing he redness of the ground provides scope to humans visiting the site of grief, they remark on the restlessness.