Chris TrottierNov 16, 2023
They are the time-chasers. Every tick of the clock is a drumbeat in a sprinter’s ear. Luggage in tow, their presence a fleeting gust. To be in a rush here is to be in a dance with time, each step a calculated move to outpace the relentless forward march of seconds and minutes.
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Loneliness isn’t just about being alone. It’s more about how you feel inside than how many people are around you. You can be in a room full of people and still feel lonely because it’s about connection, not just company. It’s the difference between having someone nearby and having someone who really gets you.

It’s like when you’re with friends but still feel out of place because what you’re looking for isn’t just people to hang out with, but people who understand you. Loneliness comes from missing depth in relationships, the kind that understands and shares your experiences. It’s about wanting relationships that fit with who you are and what you care about.

So, loneliness is really personal. It’s about how you relate to others and how you relate to yourself. To deal with loneliness, you have to start with how you feel about yourself. When you’re okay with who you are, it’s easier to find and build those meaningful connections with others. Loneliness isn’t just about how many friends you have—it’s about finding the right kind of understanding and connection.

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In the scholarly discourse of knowledge dissemination, the term "informations" serves to acknowledge the plurality of data that inundates contemporary society. This multiplicity of informational streams is emblematic of a meta-modernist ethos, where varied narratives coexist within a single epistemological framework. Meta-modernism, a conceptual successor to postmodernism, espouses a dialectical synthesis of contradictory truths, engendering a cultural milieu that appreciates the simultaneity of irony and sincerity, and the coexistence of diverse realities.

INT. A DIMLY LIT LIBRARY - EVENING

A single desk lamp illuminates the furrowed brow of PROFESSOR AVERY as they lean over a pile of dusty tomes. They look up, pushing their glasses up the bridge of their nose with a determined glint in their eyes.

PROFESSOR AVERY (to their skeptical student):
You see, in the meta-modern tapestry of life, "information" isn't just a stream, it's an ocean with currents flowing in every direction. Each wave clashes and merges, weaving a complex narrative of what we perceive as reality.

The student nods, the concept dawning on them like a revelation. The professor smiles, turning back to the open book as the camera zooms in on the ancient text.

A whisper in the silence
A shout in the noise
Information, singular, a lone voice
Now plural, now many
A chorus that sings
Of the world and its stories
And the truth each one brings

Once upon a time, in a vast and bustling land of ideas, there lived a curious little fox named Felix. Felix loved to gather stories, colourful pebbles of "informations," each one different and special.

One pebble showed him how the sun smiled at the world each morning, another whispered the secrets of the stars. He learned that not all pebbles told the same tale, and that was what made them magical.

With a boundless heart and an open mind, Felix journeyed through the forest of wonders, piecing together the beautiful mosaic of many truths, each pebble a treasure in the rich tapestry of life.
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Show threadChris TrottierNov 16, 2023

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Show threadChris TrottierNov 16, 2023

Time has this funny way of being solid one second and gone the next, kind of like ghosts. Minutes pass, and they’re part of the present, but then they vanish and you’re left with just memories. It’s like they’re there with you, making you laugh or whisper, and then they’re just echoes.

Even the noise of the sea seems to play along, making it feel like those moments are still hanging around. You’re left in this quiet spot where everything stands still, and the past feels as close as the wind on your face or the sound of water hitting the shore.

Show threadChris TrottierNov 16, 2023

Ah, the corn full moon—a time when the cosmos supposedly beckons us to align with our deepest dreams and desires. Or so they say. As an astrologist, I’ve spent years charting the stars, deciphering their ancient whispers, and translating the cryptic dance of the planets for those seeking cosmic guidance. But let’s be candid—even the stars seem weary of the same old cycles, and frankly, so am I.

It’s said that during the corn full moon, one should plant the seeds of their future. Well, planting season feels endless in this line of work. As I pen this column, I can’t help but envision a different kind of dance—not with the distant stars, but on a moonlit beach in Jamaica, where the only alignment I’m concerned with is the rhythm of the waves and the beat of the music.

But duty calls, doesn’t it? They say this particular full moon is a time to nurture your aspirations, to let them grow as bountifully as the cornfields. What if your aspiration is to not read another astrological chart again? Or to swap your telescope for a cocktail under a thatched-roof bar, laughing with strangers who don’t care about Mercury’s retrograde antics?

As the night progresses, the moon climbs higher, and my patience wears thinner. To those of you looking up at the same moon and dreaming of something more, I raise my glass—albeit, a metaphorical one. May you find the courage to chase those dreams, even if it means leaving behind the expectations of others.

Perhaps the stars do have one last message worth sharing: it’s never too late to pursue what truly makes you happy, even if it means stepping out of the glow of the full moon’s light and into the unknown. After all, isn’t that what the stars would want for us—to find our own path, uncharted and bright?

So here’s to the corn full moon, a celestial event that’s supposed to inspire. May it inspire you to do what you love—and me? Well, let’s just say I hope next month’s lunar phase finds me writing a different kind of column, one that’s penned on a sandy shore, with the only stars in sight being the ones reflected in the eyes of those hot studs I’m dancing with.