Some vague ramblings, senseless and aimless as a colorless moth
Well, here we are at last.
Friends, we’ve come to the end of the road. After this, there’s simply no more book to read. Oh, I may come around and do some sort of official wrap-up post, sum things up, but I would prefer to leave it all on the field, so to speak. Part of me can’t believe I actually got all the way to the end, much like when I read this book the first time, all those years ago. But I did! Or at least, I will shortly.
Continue reading “Epilogue – But What Does It Mean?”Alright, I’ve delayed enough, let’s finish this monster up.
I’ve had a real sense of impending doom lately, had some sleepless nights due to anxiety and whatnot. There are things I can do to combat that, and I know that I am in fact given to seeking out portents of disaster and using that as an excuse to take refuge in paralysis, but it would also help a lot if the country I live in wasn’t rapidly descending into fascism. Therapy is all well and good, but sometimes material conditions are the root concern, y’know. And yet, here I am, ready to finally finish out this years-long project. Let’s get to it!
Continue reading “Chapter 135: The Chase.—Third Day”As we approach the end of this great tome, I find myself in a reflective mood.
Thinking back upon the story as a whole, its many detours and sidequests, and the thrust of its narrative. This past week I even went and read some other criticism of Moby Dick, to refresh my memory a bit. The… pacing of this project has definitely been lopsided, with my having covered more than half the book in the first year, and then slowly grinding out the last bit of it. But that feels appropriate, as Ishmael dithered and delayed in telling the end of his tale, so do I struggle to embrace the entirety of this enormous work with the inadequate span of my typing fingers.
Continue reading “Chapter 134: The Chase.—Second Day”Ugh, man, I finally feel like I’m waking up again.
Last week I had some minor oral surgery. Nothing too serious, no teeth being removed or anything like that, but nonetheless I had to go under general anaesthesia; that is, I was knocked out cold. It’s always a strange experience, I haven’t had it since I had my wisdom teeth out, and I’ve been some time recovering from it. The last few days have felt a bit like an extended dream which I cannot fully sink into nor awake from. But now, I’m coming awake again, and none too soon: the hunt is on!
Continue reading “Chapter 133: The Chase.—First Day”I’m on vacation!
Well, just about, anyway. I suppose it starts properly tomorrow, this is just a regular weekend where my sunday evening does not have any creeping dread. Or not for the usual reason, at least. I already feel myself decompressing a bit, able to open my mind beyond my usual routines. I always try to get completely out of the work mindset for these, though it can be difficult at times. Well, let’s get back to this ancient tome, I still want to keep this streak of posts alive.
Continue reading “Chapter 131: The Pequod Meets The Delight”Another week gone by of 2025, and the world continues to fall into madness.
But at least my little slice of it is relatively calm and peaceful. It’s pouring down rain here today, and will be for the next week or so, and I love it. My favorite weather, as a lifelong resident of the Pacific Northwest. Even living in the middle of a city, there’s a certain peaceful coziness that comes from settling down inside on such a day that is utterly unmatched, at least in my personal experience.
Continue reading “Chapter 130: The Hat”Where does the time go?
I can’t believe it’s late November already. Well, I suppose the time around the election was a bit warped, to my perception, but still. I feel like I’ve hardly had time to catch my breath lately, one thing or another going on. But this weekend, I had some time to myself, got a little caught up on some other reading, and on relaxation. So, I find myself once again in a mood to reflect upon some proper lit’rature. Let’s get to it.
Continue reading “Chapter 128: The Pequod Meets The Rachel”Blehh, I’ve got my first cold of the fall season.
Thankfully, it’s not a bad one. Just enough to give me a bit of a snuffle and make me feel more tired than usual. It’s very annoying, honestly. Not bad enough to take time off of work, but I still don’t want to go out except when it’s necessary, and I still feel worse than usual when I am at work. Ah well, could certainly be worse!
Continue reading “Chapter 126: The Life-Buoy”What’s my line here? Ah yes: let’s get back to it.
Well, I missed a couple weeks again, so it goes. I’ve been busy and exhausted, mentally and physically, the past couple weekends. I desperately need a vacation, to tend to business in my apartment, and in my own mind and body. I’ve got one scheduled in a couple weeks, right after Metaphor comes out, hopefully I can regenerate myself somewhat.
Continue reading “Chapter 125: The Log and Line”Blehhh, I do hate the summer.
I apologize for the lack of a chapter last week, I was defeated by the heat. Even with a chapter this slim, I couldn’t muster up any cogent thoughts, so I left it alone. There are some more extremely short chapters in the offing, I may do some multiple-chapter weeks comin’ up.
Continue reading “Chapter 120: The Deck Towards the End of the First Night Watch”
The Beige Moth 