Day Nineteen and the ASMR Fireplace

Here is a still photo, taken from the streaming video of a Holiday Fireplace, with all the crackling goodness of an open flame, but with none of that pesky creosote that ruins everything later. Imagine the sound of wood, breaking apart in the heat of this two-dimensional similitude of wintry satisfaction.

I did, and although it would be necessary for me to upgrade my WordPress account to accommodate for you the fullness of the streaming video, at least allow me this semi-fulfilling image on your screen, that you might, along with me, feel just a smidge of cheer, as November works its way ever-closer to the winter solstice. I’ve been watching this since before noon, while trying to find the words to write my feelings today.

I can’t find them.

And that’s okay.

We all have a lot on our minds besides blog posts right now. Some days, there is nothing inside us ready to come out except a good old fashioned scream. But I don’t think I can do that today, what with the maybe after 62 years on this earth, I’m finally suffering my first series of migraine headaches and all.

Therefore, today I have kept silent.

So in lieu of that noise, I went with the soft splitting of wood against tender licks of orange flame. Hot toddy and roasting chestnuts, optional. Though I did have a piece of pumpkin pie, avalanched beneath a mountain of whipped cream. I was going to try writing something personal and deeply moving on the topic of how “Joy sustains the revolution”. But I just don’t have that in me now. Maybe tomorrow, maybe never. It’s probably enough that this quote is being given a place in my head, at the very same time that my head can’t handle anything more real than a cold fireplace on a flat screen TV. One more thing to give place to, between now, and the next thing I’ll write in November.

I mean, I found the joy in that slice of pumpkin pie, so there’s that, right?

Talk to you tomorrow.