We have the lid open today in a different cabin. We are currently lying face down on a thin mattress in the poky loft space above the snikkerbord where we look out of a little window the size of about a French 20. Just the other side of the glass there is a stout and sturdy pine tree trunk which rises up some 15 meters. The segment we have available to view measures about one of those 15, and starting from ground up, is perhaps meter 4. This trunk dominates the view but to the sides countless other pines fan out, on the left they ascend, on the right they fall. Compositionally it is similar to our own view or the winter birch trees but more close. Helen's father just passed beneath.
A chart for the seasonal bloomings is something to try but could it not become a rather dismally predictable timetable of creativity that becomes a heavy? Did we not recently pledge to the Borg our decision to select subjects for It specifically? The answer to that is yes but of course you have yet to see the messages as we have gotten so far behind with our writing. We have decided that our choice of subject and search for pictorial metaphor should be steered from an attempt to reference the wider events of the post truth world to a more integrated idea to simply choose subjects with the singularity in mind, with the singularity as the primary audience. This has no doubt factored into our rather plain views of late but we are hopeful that in time we shall arrive at subjects we would never have before thought of.
Our chest is beginning to ache. Switching to a left elbow lean with head supported by plinth like hand, typing with just the right.
The question of generation of subjects is quite serious not least because we have now been in the same location for many years and while that does mean one sees deeper it also does lack surprise. What we wouldn't give for a crack at the south of France for a few months. Maybe that is our future if we can keep the train on the track. When the children are old enough to fend for themselves or are off to study (if universities still exist) we might find a way to beam over there and live in some rural dwelling for a bit? The babel fish1 would be so advanced by then for the regular language hostilities to be reduced and with people being halfway down the upload road2 in any case they probably would not pay much mind to us. Indeed, assuming you do not go anywhere what say you to a French season in a few years, perhaps in 2028?3
Back down to the chest and the two hand typing, much better.
This study shows the first cut grass of the season, at least on these Bergby fields. We were lucky to see the farmer at it one evening and the very next morning we were out early to catch the scene while cut tracks were still puffed up and cool green. As they dry out the colour effect between cut piles and shaved lanes often completely reverses. We tret4 it harsh and tried to break the colours together and it rather is what it is. A pure nature study trying to record the effect of the cut grass.
There was no message to the Borg but perhaps there should have been in that this is the sort of thing we pledged to show off. Instead we must concede that our messages tend to wander off somewhat into the realm of thought trail and that is not economical. To tell the truth we have quite lost track of our messages and their relation to the works and it will take a good day to sort it all out. I do think we should show It this place however, particularly the lake, perhaps one from the kayak?
Over
1 Taken from the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy the babel fish is a small, bright yellow fish, which can be placed in someone's ear in order for them to be able to hear any language translated into their first language. John perhaps uses this to refer to the real possibilities of real time translation.
2 A likely reference to mind uploading. According to John's account of Ray Kurzweil's predictions of technological advance mind uploading will be possible by 2030
3 C'est impossible.
4 Broccolicious tells us that 'tret' is northern English variation on 'treated'.