>>25317
Somewhere, we all are. Everyone doing their thing, thinking their thoughts. Living their experience of the very moment that you read this.
If youd like to, you could share yours with us.

I like it a lot, whatever it is that people share.


I visit this place, I think many others are too, as a short moment of reflection or seeding for thoughts before the next transition into tasks take place, and move on with the day.
Whatever you guys write here, affects my day, my thoughts, my feelings. I'm thankful for it.


The calm cafe jazz is still rolling in the living room, 12 meters away from me, it sounds special from far away, a bit muffled and different, as if I share someone else's experience from in there.
Outside yellow and red maple leaves blanket everything, wet with the rain that kind of stopped, kind of still going.

I just finished a small brainstorm about a zombie story, a half human half zombie experience shrouded in the shadows of a windy autumn night, warm lights and movements in the houses further up and a hunger present that drives.
It ended up leaning to some kind of inner monologue and old memories roaming in a cloudy corrupted mind driven with zombie instincts.
Maybe a history of the community and the people will weave nicely into it, as it do what a zombie does.

I was about to dive into this deeper, but put the last period into it for the moment. Work is on the schedule, I need to carry a lot of heavy up a couple of stairs to the attic, it's more of them stories and information, in stacks of pages, thousands and thousands of them. They cannot be in the gallery where they are at the moment, space need to be cleared. Then more preparations, lights and other things to set up.

I'm feeling a bit hungry too, just a little. Maybe that is the lurking creature that came to mind.