Inneboende

Vi var till Sundsvall för ultraljud igen, ungen hade en massa hyss för sig och har sin mammas näsa.

Nu har jag också känt den sparka, och den gillar inte Darkthrone. Våra nya hörlurar har kommit (och är väldigt bra) så snart ska den få höra nåt den gillar bättre.

Vi (föräldrar och ultraljudsgumman) gjorde en gemensam könsbestämning så vi vet men kommer inte säga nåt på ett tag än. Det är trevligt att bara vi vet. Vi har eftersom hittat lite fina kläder också, så bilder på både khajiitunge och utstyrsel kommer nog snart. Scannern är inte uppackad än. Allt.

Explanation of the relation between thought and history

:J said:

Hey, what did you mean by ”At some point, I thought it fully possible that I was a ray of the sun in somebody’s eye, but then I changed and now I don’t know where to begin.”

To which I replied:

Long ago, in a time before this earth, I used to think that I would be the evil sun stinging the eyes of the humans. As an opposite to the happy sun they secretly subconciously worship. And I placed myself in that role, having felt more than a few times that the act of throwing rocks at the sun is a good symbolism for not approving of the ways of the world.

It became both an exciting and safe thing to think of, a sort of semi- or demigod that secretly despised the pathetic humans on the dusty earth. The concious celestial body connected to a forgotten but not lost people or origin. The rebellious and dangerous thought of having no control over our fate!

And they curse the sun, hate it for burning their eyes, and they are without knowing it the same ones they hate. The humans mimic the trolls.

And! time passed, the thought resurfacing intermittently until one day all was taken from me like a heart torn from it’s chest. Emptiness followed. Years of emptiness (a void) and errors in time which finally began to fade and when I awoke I realised I only had thoughts left, not thoughts and feelings intertwined as they had been. Yet there was a memory of a possible memory, something hiding behind eternal mazes of gloom.

So now I don’t know how to move on, I have lost the way. And that’s the story of the shout.

Thank you for your interest.