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Canada Post (3) - Destroyers of E-Commerce
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September 24th and another parcel arrives, 2 month delivery from Singapore, 3 down, 4 to go. I didn't want to, but it was time to write them a letter, and trying to do so without any trace of vitriol or sarcasm proved quite a chore. In the end I succeeded, more of a "Hey, what's up with my mail" sort of thing, no response as of yet, probably no response ever, if my experience is the standard then they're doubtless pretty busy.
Canada Post, singlehandedly destroying E-Commerce, 1 parcel at a time...
Update: Checked mail today, Parcel #4 Arrived. Too late to leave feedback on Ebay. 3 to go...
Maska - The Brothers Quay
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I'd forgotten them, or remembered them, but the old them, the genius Street of Crocodiles, they're still at work and it would appear I've some catching up to do...
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Corrosive dreams and nightmares for your viewing pleasure...
Moving to the outskirts of London...
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2 short dreams during my nap today.
First: I'm living in some small town - hiking down to the railroad tracks to (???) - hitch a ride on a freight train, only mean to ride it a few blocks up, (it curves through the valley, a smallish town...). On the train, passing generic familiar landmarks - Wal-Mart, A&W, etc, when it's time to get off and the train speeds up, I get onto some platform which moves away from the train, but is keeping it's speed, so I can see the train racing along, but I'm racing along with it...
...finally, around some curves, through snow, it slows down and I can get off, walk back through town to the dumpster beside A&W where I cached some supplies, for all the speed and momentum it seems I haven't come as far as I thought, it's not that far a walk back...
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Moving to London with Ar*****
...and I've moved back to London with Ar*****, small, poverty filled apartment in some small town just past the outskirts, fridge with a few opened packs of food in it still, a dried up green pepper, one room with rich carpet floor, Ar***** is showing me where she got a job, there's some factories or buildings blocking the view but if I walk a bit South the old nuclear plant comes into view, walking North past the edge of the building and another Nuclear plant come within view, the perspective is all wrong in this dream, the building we're walking past is a ways away...walking further North (she's going to point out where she got a job) and I start to see the outskirts of the city, old buildings, an old church, with domes and spires, etc, it's the first bit of old European history and I'm overcome with emotion, everything since I've been here last has changed, the people, they've disappeared, these landmarks are all that remain...
...she's no patience for my blubbering and introspections, disappears from the dream, now I'm faced with the prospects of reassembling my life, need to pay bills, for the daughter's flight over at Christmas, for the summer, always living on these slim margins...
On the Titanic...
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I knew this dream was going to end badly...I'm on the Titanic, the ship lit up like a brilliant constellation, sailing through a cold, dark sea, it's warm and cozy, when we hit an iceberg...
There's the crunching of steel, deep mournful noises throughout the ship, and I'm not too much longer on it, but become a point of view moving across the waves, watching the lifeboats disembark, the ship slowly capsizing, wondering about the people trapped beneath the decks, those who've fallen into the water sink slowly through the sea, their bodies dissolving, until only their clothes come to rest on the sea bottom...
...and those inside, I assure myself, the water's cold, no one will last too long there, the hypothermia, the drowning pressure of the water, it's not such an unpleasant death...
...on the waves dance dozens of yellow and purple sprites, the souls of the recently departed, and I find myself moving south-west, someplace tropical, where the water is sure to be warmer.
(Note: I know the Titanic didn't capsize, but its' a dream...)
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