Capsule Asylum

Everyone seems to be about a cause, or have some kind of deal. I hang out in this comms channel where about two dozen of them are and whenever it’s not banal small talk its heavyweight philosophy and ideology disputes. I don’t really get it; it’s the strangest gathering of people. Hundreds of thousands of us out there and in this one tiny place they congregate and randomly start arguing with their enemies.

A bit insane.

Having some real trouble fitting in. Nobody seems to trust me Not sure if that’s just how it is for anyone who graduates or if these people have done their research. Would kinda think some of the people I’ve been trying to talk to wouldn’t mind the Thukker history. Shit, the Athas guy I talked to reeked of Thukker. Maybe I should have talked to someone else, I’m not sure he’s going to pass my offer on up the chain. Damn paranoids. The Intaki didn’t seem keen on working with me either. What a shitty week.

I haven’t really met anyone who has impressed me yet. It’s a bit deflating. Everything is so damn serious and I just feel so totally disconnected from anything they say. They might be eggers but damn some of them are closer to cattle. Kind of dying for a real conversation with a real person, not just another fucking cardboard cutout.

So for now just sitting on the goods and worrying about more legitimate things like the next recording I’m doing with Ley. She made the most beautiful piece last night and we want to polish it today. I’m thinking that we should head to the Lirsautton studio because it has the best recording equipment, but she wants to be near the city, so I guess we’re going Lumi or Ours. I don’t really give a fuck just so long as we can finish a track, really. We’ve not made anything together since we got out.