Good afternoon, my dear friend, reader of this post! Happy Monday! How are you? I am sick, have been on such state since the last Monday… it is a huge bother.
It started with a sore throat, I have been coughing a lot. Not the best way to start November, if you ask me.
Neither is ideal the fact that I am a bit (a lot, actually) burn out on the videogames I have been playing. I am happy their updates will come soon, though, with the one of Europa have dropped today. The Byzantine Empire received an update, making them much harder, MUCH harder to be successful with. Their debuffs are egregious. I wonder who’s going to be able to make them work… I am trying to follow Ludi’s guide, and failing at that. I wonder what other youtuber will bring fourth a guide, maybe RedHawk, maybe Zlewikk… I am waiting to see if BudgetMonk can make it work at some point real soon.. well, on another note, I wrote this when I first started this post, Friday:
I was listening to some Opera by the most nice composer Tchaikovsky, that one in question is called “dame of spades” (Pique Dame). It is set in 18th century Russia, in the golden court of Catherine the Great. It has no short of amazing remarkable and most perfect wigs and proper hats and delicate dance. I am indeed convinced that humanity, in terms of civilization and morals, reached its peak in the 18th century. How can you think otherwise, looking at the achievements of rococo decoration, the intricate details of chinoiserie, the sophisticated art of conversation, the absolute lack of brute force and brutification of customs in that era, even if it was to end in tragic circumstances. Every time I see those shepherds dancing in the beautiful meadow with their sheeps kindly moving their heads along, my heart is filled with the most kind and happy feelings and I am driven to gasp in most amazement. I also am driven to tears, for I could not live such life, I was born too late, in an era of apocalyptic decay, of lack of manners, of swear words and bullying, that was unleashed by the demons of socialism, that evil most despicable ideology, that robbed me of my dreams and my future, of my life. Just… ah, just by reading on the beautiful things of this epoch that, sure, was not as materially well versed as we are now, but so much more enchanting, so much more deserving… I scream in pain, screech as I feel something taking my life, as I know I can’t use the wigs, I won’t have the hats or hold a salon. Times have changed to worse. It seems not so, but once you dare to look beneath the surface, that is decay.
It is indeed a tragic reality, the one I am forced to cope with. My ideas are always marginalized by the communist elite that curses us with its presence. In college as well, I am not sure how to proceed, at all. Everywhere I go, it seems I reached a standstill, and I don’t know what else is to follow.
It is a grim way to start November, illness, lack of perspective, burn out. I crave for Christmas decorations to come forth, I crave to take pictures of them the best way I can. I just hope for better moments. What else is there to be said?
When should I return with a new blog post to write it, here? Most likely soon, most likely before the end of this week. Until then, no worries, as I said, I should return soon. Have a wonderful new week, wish you the best!!!
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