25.11.2020 A Chump a day keeps reality at bay.

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Wednesday 25th 40F, Still very dark at 0730 and becoming breezy. Smokey, "atmospheric" clouds to the east are gently backlit and softened by early mist. The battling meteorologists are at disagreement yet again. Sun or no sun? That is the question.

As the trees shed their leaves, new vistas and objects seem to pop into a changed reality. Appearing as if out of thin air. Leaving one to question whether reality is updated at intervals by some unseen hand. Would we even know if this were true? Time travellers could make constant changes and nobody would ever notice. Except in that dusty corner of the mind. Which constantly logs our personal filmstrip of seemingly, ephemeral but "sticky" perceptions. 

Did that road sign really, always, stand just there? No sign of earthworks to suggest recent erection. The grass and weeds around the base are no different from a thousand others. "They" wouldn't have put up an old and weathered sign anyway. How could I possibly have missed it over 25 years of frequent travel along this road? Was it waiting, in an uncertain limbo? For the very moment that it finally appeared solidly, made concrete in one of my photographs?

If reality is instantly made anew then we could never discover if something had always existed. Or whether the scenery had been subtly shifted while our attention was focused elsewhere. From that moment onwards all our memories would be instantly updated to match the changed reality.  

It was once said that a planet could be occupied by several civilisations simultaneously. Each time-shifted, out-of-phase, with each other. This would help to explain UFOs and ghosts. And may even be responsible for my noticing new objects where none had [apparently] existed before. 

Welcome to the Matrix. Choose the colour of your morning pill wisely. In my strange world all of our supposed leaders are complete idiots, narcissists, corrupt or clowns. [Select any four.]

The planet is burning hotter with each passing moment. There is an unprecedented pandemic. Running its brutal course towards massed graves and/or mass vaccination. Even after a year I still can't safely have a hair cut or eye test. Not even in the foreseeable future. Should I send for the men in white coats now? Or wait for a better, more sensible reality, to kick in? 

Time for a walk. I'm going road sign spotting. Just for a change. It was cold on my hands from the gentle breeze as I snapped away at flying birds of prey. They were being harried out of the area by assorted black birds. Themselves dark silhouettes against a tobacco filter sky. The mink gulls left on cue, as usual. The farmers were working on their field drainage. Gently dissolving into the enveloping mist at 1000 yards.

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