Entry #007 [Video]
Dec. 21st, 2017 07:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[The video feed turns on to a view of the lake. The sun is setting and despite there being snow everywhere, there are still plenty of small candied rocks around that are just ready to be skipped. There's no one in sight. It seems that Turing is recording this directly onto their system, if the little buzzes and the voice coming in from seemingly nowhere is apparent, not to mention the first person view.]
Today is December the 21st. Despite the holidays coming ever closer, this is a very...somber day.
[They look down, pick up a little rock, and throw it strategically into the lake. The rock bounces a few times on the water before it sinks.]
I realize that time here works very differently from time in our own worlds, but...it doesn't change the fact that it's the 21st here and now.
[They sigh.]
Where am I going with this...
[They pick up another rock, throwing it a little harder this time. This rock doesn't seem to skip as far as the previous rock.]
I'll just get right to it. How do you deal with anniversaries of your loved one's passings? This is...the first time that I've ever had to deal with this level of grief in a long time. I realize that grief works in strange ways, and it has a tendency to spike during anniversaries and holidays, much less both at the same time, but...I-I can't help but think about him during a time like this. I have...many mixed feelings. So much to ask and tell him...in yet...
[They pick up another rock. This time, they don't even try to skip it. They just throw it into the lake, a large splash occurring.]
I doubt he will come here. I don't think I'll ever see him again. I can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing. I don't know what to think right now. I...am unsure on how to feel.
...
[The video feed stops.]
Today is December the 21st. Despite the holidays coming ever closer, this is a very...somber day.
[They look down, pick up a little rock, and throw it strategically into the lake. The rock bounces a few times on the water before it sinks.]
I realize that time here works very differently from time in our own worlds, but...it doesn't change the fact that it's the 21st here and now.
[They sigh.]
Where am I going with this...
[They pick up another rock, throwing it a little harder this time. This rock doesn't seem to skip as far as the previous rock.]
I'll just get right to it. How do you deal with anniversaries of your loved one's passings? This is...the first time that I've ever had to deal with this level of grief in a long time. I realize that grief works in strange ways, and it has a tendency to spike during anniversaries and holidays, much less both at the same time, but...I-I can't help but think about him during a time like this. I have...many mixed feelings. So much to ask and tell him...in yet...
[They pick up another rock. This time, they don't even try to skip it. They just throw it into the lake, a large splash occurring.]
I doubt he will come here. I don't think I'll ever see him again. I can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing. I don't know what to think right now. I...am unsure on how to feel.
...
[The video feed stops.]