Recollections, Entry 5
18 May 2016Astrachalasia
Have you ever stop to considered that your ship is alive? It's quite fascinating. It beeps, and it has problems and malfunctions and good times just like humans talk and can break mentally. Beep beep beep, my thruster warning light says. "Go away go away go away. Let me die peacefully," I respond. My Vulture has little compassion.It is odd how much you can manipulate your words, manipulate your directive to get your listeners to think what you want them to think. How much could they possibly know? I might be on the run because of piracy, and this log may just be one giant alibi. For instance, the hell cloud. The dark, booming, sinister purple cloud that rushes into my soul and wears down my mind with its continued existence as an idea. Now, take for instance, the violet cloud. A beautiful lush purple, it floats, as if with a purpose, throughout my cabin and hugs me and enters my eyes and graces my mind with its continued existence as an idea. The hell cloud and the violet cloud are the same. It is simply my personal opinion that twists the schema of this cloud in your head.
This damned warning light! It blinks on and off and beeps like all hell when my thrusters are hindered, near deactivated. Thrusters are almost completely cold unless this thing turns off.
What do you see in this? Do you see the hell cloud, the evil of the situation? Or do you see the violet cloud? Do you understand the grace in this event?
Early this morning, this warning light turned on. Not a moment before so far, not once.
Although heavily damaged, my thrusters have come back online for the first time in months.