monday

Bleak Week/Monday.md

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+## $I$
 Overnight, a frigid wind had moved in silently from the ocean to the south.
 It descended from a height above, was channelled toward the east, and passed over a series of jagged glassy peaks that lay perfectly aligned along an axis to the north.
-The oppressive cold of the antarctic wind had suffocated the morning dew into a thin layer of crystal ice that capped each of the peaks but for one.
-The sharpest of them was slick with deep red blood, clinging on to liquidity as the wind, bolstered by a cold blue August sky overhead, slowly eroded its residual warmth. 
+The oppressive dry of the antarctic wind had suffocated the morning dew into a thin layer of crystal ice that capped each of the peaks but for one.
+The sharpest of them was slick with deep red blood, clinging on to liquidity as the wind, bolstered by a cold blue August sky overhead, eroded away its residual warmth. 
 Walking westward, soft silent footsteps gave way to the rising sound of glass cracking resonantly underfoot. 
 
 Visible through the shattered pane: the deep green grass of the courtyard, interspersed by thick  weeds resembling spinach and furry tufts of moss that had been torn up by blackbirds in search of worms in the early morning light. 
 Beyond: an ailing lemon tree, parasitised by wasps and leaking fragrant sap from its limbs, yet heavy with fruit in protest of its condition.
-The scene of green foliage and citric yellow backed by the wintry blue sky cut against the red puncture wound and shimmering whites of the broken glass,  it was complete in its composition, and absolute in its ==foreboding==. 
+The scene of green foliage and citric yellow backed by the wintry blue sky cut against the red puncture wound and shimmering whites of the broken glass,  it was accidental in its composition, and absolute in its devastation.
 
-An alarm was ringing. The source of the noise reported the time as 8:34am. For four minutes he must have stood transfixed by the damage, oblivious to the incessant beeps and vibrations of the device. More noises filtered into consciousness as a return to awareness began. 
-A generator was humming dimly, then, a popping sound, followed by another, louder and of a different timbre, then the first again. Soon the sounds were rapidly alternating, although without rhythm and at no fixed cadence. 
+An alarm was ringing. The source of the noise reported the time as 8:49am. For four minutes he must have stood transfixed by the damage, oblivious to the harsh square wave shaped beeps and vibrations of the device. 
+More noises filtered into consciousness as a return to awareness began. 
+A generator was humming dimly. Then, a popping sound. Another, louder and of a different timbre, then the first again. Soon the sounds were rapidly alternating, although devoid of rhythm and with no fixed cadence. 
 
-Nail guns. Construction had resumed on the lot next door. An unfamiliar shadow was being cast on the faded courtyard bench seat by the back door. Stepping through the door to investigate, the sensation of the morning sun pouring upon his face, weak as it was this time of year, was absent. Scaffolding towered overhead, obscuring the light, clanking when it was mounted and creaking while it was traversed.
+Nail guns. Construction had resumed on the lot next door. An unfamiliar shadow was being cast on the faded courtyard bench seat by the back door. Stepping through the door to investigate, the usual sensation of the morning sun flashing from right to left across his face, weak as it was this time of year, was absent. Scaffolding now towered overhead, obscuring the light, clanking when it was mounted and creaking while it was being traversed.
 
 The frame of the building had risen to a second storey and four wide voids in the timber work made clear where windows were to be set for the rooms of the upper floor.
-One of the tradesmen paused as he reached the top of the scaffolding and looked down at him standing on the courtyard pavement. 
-The sun had risen slightly, eclipsed by the tradesman, who was visible only as a dark expressionless silhouette. He waved; the silhouette made no motion in return, until it abruptly resumed climbing onto the roof of the structure. 
+One of the tradesmen paused as they reached the top of the scaffolding and turned to look down at him standing on the courtyard pavement. 
+The sun had risen slightly and was now partially eclipsed by the tradesman, who was visible only as a dark expressionless silhouette. He waved. The shape made no motion in return. Abruptly it resumed climbing the structure, seemingly without having turned away.
 
 A third nail gun began firing.
 
+---
+## $II$
+
+Returning inside there was no relief from the chill. The wind no longer needed the cover of darkness and had begun to gather in strength. It blew against the now exposed faded and yellowing vertical blinds of the kitchen window. They were bunched to one end, of poor quality, and designed so that a pitifully small piece of deteriorating plastic was all that attached them to the rail above.  The lines that formerly held the blinds in array had lost their anchors and become a tangled mess, constantly wet and increasingly barnacled as they draped down into the kitchen sink.
+The same brand of blinds covered every piece of glass in the house. In the bedroom, three of them had been tied back onto the railing with kitchen twine. Morning streamed in as a potted vine plant forced its tendrils through the gaps between the untethered blinds.
+
+A different series of beeps signalled five minutes until nine, and the day's first meeting: the morning report. Yesterday he had slept until midday, and consequently gone to bed without eating anything that could be considered a dinner. He had planned to eat a significant breakfast upon returning home but now there was no time.
+
+The scene in the kitchen would have to wait. He grabbed a piece of under ripe fruit from the bowl atop the counter and went to his desk to attend the report. 
+His workstation had cost his organisation an absurd amount of money and was state of the art. However, inexplicably, it would cycle its power exactly three times before successfully booting.
+After the first cycle he began pressing buttons at random on the keyboard:  
+
+`esc` `esc` `esc` `l` `a` `l` `a` `l` `a` `lemom`
+
+until the login terminal greeted him with the time at the top right of the display: `8:58am`
+
+It took two attempts - at an average of 2.45 - to correctly enter the randomly generated password that had been assigned to his workstation: 
+
+```
+Y,Sy-W$Cx;s%p]~9FL!r:(`
+```
+
+> [!WARNING]
+> Mandatory Software Update Required
+> ...
+> Restarting now.
+
+After another 3 cycles he logged in once again and prepared to join the report.
+
+>[!INFO]
+>The Morning Report has already commenced. 
+>A notification of your request to enter will be sent to the attendants.
+
+He sighed and waited for somebody to accept the request.
+
+The camera light blinked on one second before a cacophony of voices erupted from his headset. He tore it off, his ears ringing, as he scrambled to find the volume controls. He had raised the volume in order to listen to music while preparing for his work today late last night.
+
+> Ah, the afternoon shift has arrived.
+
+a tinny voice quipped from the dangling headset.
 
-- war on peace
-- return inside
-- 8:45
-- blood
-- breakfast
-- nothing obviously taken
-- tick tock
 - 8:58
-- standup
-- forced reboot
 - corporate spyware
 - monitor flashing off and on
 - 9:04
+- nice of you to join
 - good weekend?
+- more or less
 - ...
 

Bleak Week/Tuesday.md

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+- driving in the morning to deliver <<thing>>
+part of duties
+
+competitive dog barking
+parking fines
+speeding tickets
+
+organisation changed something
+they say our system is too simple
+
+spotify changed its ui again
+    - smart shuffle
+
+what to do in the face of so many minor inconveniences
+
+medical transport officer
+monitoring organs being transported
+

Bleak Week/_principles.md

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+- the passage of time is whatever i want