the emptying: endrun, finale
Done, done, done: keys with the lawyer. Sale closes tomorrow. Bittersweet end. Now to figure out what to do with the rest of my life.
Done, done, done: keys with the lawyer. Sale closes tomorrow. Bittersweet end. Now to figure out what to do with the rest of my life.
Been a month since I left social media and I don't miss it at all. I take that back: I miss some of the digital people, certainly, and their work – but I don't miss the rest of it, that perpetual feeling of repeating myself (that was the biggest one, especially over the last year), of fragmenting myself, of all the other assorted fuckeries that came along in the 15 years I was “present” on any one of a variety of networks.
No, I'm happy here (and with the newsletter), with doing my own things, with exploring other options for life (especially once The Emptying is complete, which should be today), and with carving out my own little existence and identity here in this new whatever it is. And so I go, on and on.
A reddit user found images (via the Internet Archive’s collection of German film journal Lichtbild-Bühne) from this 1916 grail of lost films – one from which no images (even promotional) were known to exist. As if I didn't want to see this film found enough…
My previous resurfacing of my initial write-up featuring early promotional texts and a description of the plot (note: add tag).
House empty, all in the outbuilding at the inlawn; pet-odor neutralizing powder + vacuuming round one million. Day off tomorrow, then final bits and key drop-off to the lawyer on Tuesday. Still very weird having the place empty and yes I did cram all the vacuums in Huey’ passenger seat because it was raining on the way home and those are good vacuum cleaners.