I haven't many shots for blipping. I spent some time sleeping today after finding myself up in the early hours of the morning filing. I do like filing and a while ago now (result of two external hard drives simultaneously failing) I ended up with a chaotic collection of recovered files (thus that need filing).

You could eat your dinner off the floor of my filing system that I lost. BWAAAAAH!

As I was walking home this evening after an hour in the library, I noticed the cleaner at the Auto Wash on the far side of the spare allotment, barely discernible other than by his movement hosing the floor clean. On the corner opposite to it a glow light from the Bordertown pub revealed an outline of a vehicle parked on the side of the road closest to the Auto Wash.

How very dark the rest of the surrounds really are. In the further background is a dim outline of one of the grain silos on the other side of the railway tracks (and out of sight at its base, because not in the least discernible in the dark, is the railway station on this side of the tracks).

Our sense of sight is only alerted by the presence of light in the same way our sense of smell is only known to us by the presence of odour and so on through our senses that we navigate our way around by. (I wonder if ending a sentence with a preposition is passed grammatical these days by hipsters. I will ask some grebs).

We only function as a result of our knowledge of social inter-actions and reactions, I contemplate. We are pointless without one another.

read about light here

we can read here about prepositions, crikey