Yeah, it’s been a while.

I thought I’d post purely for selfish reasons, to jog my memory about something later, when I wake up; then I realised since I was typing it out here as a draft (I have lots of ethereal drafts) I might as well hit send and immortalise 2008 On This Blog just to dust things down.

Just fresh of a typically all-encompassing late night Civilization 4 session, bedding down as the sun rose proper, I was completely, magically, awe-struck for a good few minutes. One of those half-in half-out lucid experiences which I seem to blog about a lot (see previous).

As I strained to read a few pages of my book, the paper was lit up with a intermittent golden brown flickering-glow on the pages. I thought it was my reading light fizzling out. My curtains were all but dark, except for every few seconds when the center would glow golden-white and radiate outwards, flickering.

Everyone has seen this effect before, lying on their back in the sun with their eyes closed, as their eyelids glow red and amber as the sun dips in and out amongst the clouds.
‘Oh sure, the rising sun, how quaint.’

I guess I was half-asleep already. In the growing light, Bukowski was making even less sense the more of the pages I could see.

The flickering glowing chakra continued, and then beneath it a distant subsonic roar began to underscore every glint, inexplicably growing louder as the light got brighter and more persistent. My brain mis-fired.

‘This is so unerringly like those apocalypse films where someone’d be reading their Bukowski, and somewhere else a bunch of nukes are being dropped, and nobody’d realise.’

I stared sort of aghast at my glowing-soon-to-be-irradiated curtains, as the rumbling got louder, and the scatter-gun pulses of golden light looked more and more like distant explosions. Half of me was asleep, half of me was still thinking about the bombs in my Civ game, half of me was unable to work out fractions. It was completely utterly terrifying, yet for the life of me even though I knew I was going to be swept up in some mushroomy vortex, I just lay staring at the curtained light show, which was depressingly beautiful.

Which is why everyone tells you not to eat cheese or play Civ before bedtime.