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Rust
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I was just watching the video for "Linger" by the Cranberries.
The video is set inside a rather decrepit old house, possibly abandoned, that seems to serve as a seedy hotel of sorts.
Early on, we get to see a bathroom sink, lit by a lonely flashlight. The constant drip of water has deposited rust in the sink. The rust has formed little flakes. These flakes are very thin, almost translucent, reminding me of rust-coloured razor blades.
They look sharp enough to cut myrself on, but at the same time I know they are so fragile that if I touch them the wrong way they'll fall apart.
I couldn't help but think that they are, in this way, very like some people I have known over the years... and perhaps a bit like myself, as well.
The video is set inside a rather decrepit old house, possibly abandoned, that seems to serve as a seedy hotel of sorts.
Early on, we get to see a bathroom sink, lit by a lonely flashlight. The constant drip of water has deposited rust in the sink. The rust has formed little flakes. These flakes are very thin, almost translucent, reminding me of rust-coloured razor blades.
They look sharp enough to cut myrself on, but at the same time I know they are so fragile that if I touch them the wrong way they'll fall apart.
I couldn't help but think that they are, in this way, very like some people I have known over the years... and perhaps a bit like myself, as well.
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Not my work
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...but something I want to link because I recognise this situation very well.
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Leaving Ashenvale
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A while back I quit playing World of Warcraft. The decision was made very quickly one night, but it had been building for some time.
Why?
Picture this:
You and a few friends have just found a place, say, a beautiful glade in the forest. You decide to remain there and perhaps have a picnic. You enjoy the exciting surroundings, you go exploring among the trees, some may even play a game for fun.
But then, a van rolls up. About twenty people spill out. They are loud and obnoxious, running around and shouting obscenities at each other. Perhaps they start a barbecue, filling the air with ste stink of lighter fluid and burnt flesh. Some of them notice you and your friends and start pelting you with empty beer cans. They set up a volleyball net and get even louder.
That is how I felt about WoW most of the time. Also, it had started feeling less like fun and more like work every time I logged in.
That said, I find myself missing the places from time to time. I miss riding through Ashenvale, or gliding over Zangarmarsh. I even miss the Storm Peaks.
I have deleted my characters and cancelled my account, but I'm not ruling out the possibility that I may return at some point in the future. We'll see.
Leiandrea has moved to Astranaar in the Blades' Edge mountains, to live near the hermit "Shay", the last survivor of her mother's Sentinel unit.
Naurion lives with the Cenarion Expedition in Zangarmarsh, but the siblings visit each other often.
The two mages, Erythea and Erathion, have moved back to their childhood realm of Feralas, to be with their elderly father in the Feathermoon Stronghold and to study under Estulan (as much as he allows anyone to do so).
Tamoo, my lonely Shu'halo druid, lives in Thunder Bluff and works with the Cenarion Circle representatives. He is content to do so.
Pocko Cogpestle, the gnome warlock, maintains his laboratory in Ironforge, unless he has blown himself up.
Why?
Picture this:
You and a few friends have just found a place, say, a beautiful glade in the forest. You decide to remain there and perhaps have a picnic. You enjoy the exciting surroundings, you go exploring among the trees, some may even play a game for fun.
But then, a van rolls up. About twenty people spill out. They are loud and obnoxious, running around and shouting obscenities at each other. Perhaps they start a barbecue, filling the air with ste stink of lighter fluid and burnt flesh. Some of them notice you and your friends and start pelting you with empty beer cans. They set up a volleyball net and get even louder.
That is how I felt about WoW most of the time. Also, it had started feeling less like fun and more like work every time I logged in.
That said, I find myself missing the places from time to time. I miss riding through Ashenvale, or gliding over Zangarmarsh. I even miss the Storm Peaks.
I have deleted my characters and cancelled my account, but I'm not ruling out the possibility that I may return at some point in the future. We'll see.
Leiandrea has moved to Astranaar in the Blades' Edge mountains, to live near the hermit "Shay", the last survivor of her mother's Sentinel unit.
Naurion lives with the Cenarion Expedition in Zangarmarsh, but the siblings visit each other often.
The two mages, Erythea and Erathion, have moved back to their childhood realm of Feralas, to be with their elderly father in the Feathermoon Stronghold and to study under Estulan (as much as he allows anyone to do so).
Tamoo, my lonely Shu'halo druid, lives in Thunder Bluff and works with the Cenarion Circle representatives. He is content to do so.
Pocko Cogpestle, the gnome warlock, maintains his laboratory in Ironforge, unless he has blown himself up.
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