I just got done cleaning my motorcycle, something I don’t do as often as I should. I always find it surprising quite how long it takes. But it’s also incredibly satisfying to have all that chrome at a high shine. A little ritual of satisfaction — like making beds is supposed to be. But I still don’t see the point in that one!

Still no fiction today. Imagination just isn’t flowing. Because I can’t get a situation I know nothing about, regarding a person I hardly knew, out of my head.

Life goes on, regardless of all that happens. The world keeps turning, no matter what. That’s oddly terrifying and comforting at the same time.

In other news, I’ve been playing a lot of Darkest Dungeon. Even on Radiant (easier) difficulty, that game is gloriously brutal and unforgiving. I’m still reeling from the loss of a Grave Robber I got too attached to.

Spotify unleashed some ‘year statistics’ which I find quite interesting, being a huge stats nerd (I check my Medium stats obsessively).

That’s a lot of music. Almost 60 days in fact. It’s only recently I’ve started listening to music with regularity, and now it’s a near constant presence. Background noise. After all, it’s a great crime that life doesn’t have a proper soundtrack of its own! Besides the siren song of an engine roar, anyway. I’d love an electric motorcycle, but I’d definitely miss the glorious noise.

That’s enough rambling from me. For now.

Thought for the day:

I am exactly what they say I am
 I stand for everything that they can’t stand — Notorious / Adelitas Way