Dear Dear Diary
Sunday, November 02, 2008
I wrote this initially on November 1. But I've tossed it in favor of something else.
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No one really saw the wave as it coruscated through the earth. No one could say later exactly what it was, where it had gone, or from where indeed it came. It was only careful mapping later that plotted its features as a wave, but that did not explain what had changed, who had changed, or how.
She had been spinning when the wave hit - hand-dyed silk on a Bosworth featherweight spindle. She had described the combination in the past as nearly effortless. The spindle was so light and the silk wanted to be spun fine, remembering the single small filaments from the worm as they were originally made. She wasn't sure what to do with the finished yarn, but it would tell her given time, as most of the yarn in her stash was wont to do.
Then the wave hit.
For a moment the spindle glowed. The small pinch of silk held in her hand ready to use grew in quantity and yet seemed insubstantial. The thread itself felt even thinner and stronger and glowed full of possibilities. The spindle had been about to slow, but now picked up speed without the need to actually spin it. The thread grew longer without drafting even being necessary. Then the glow faded, and it was time to wind more on the cop.
Her husband had been sleeping- a needed nap. He did not notice anything at that time.
Many people did not notice anything at all- in relation to themselves anyway. The electronics in everything seemed to go haywire. Some of it stayed functional, but most of it did not- and it seemed to be connected as to whether the user of the electronic device liked it or not. One philosopher later theorized that what the wave did was promote happiness- if you were happy about what you were doing when the wave hit, the electronics resonated your happiness, overflowing the circuits who strained to help you. If you weren't happy, the electronics simply quit. Every red light that was glared at stopped working. Cars used for functionality stopped and refused to move, unless they were old enough not to have a computerized system. If you were playing a game you enjoyed, it kept working. If you were working at your job and you didn't like the job, the lights went out, the computer went blank, and electricity simply refused to flow around you. If you were goofing off at your job that you didn't like, nothing changed for you- but if the majority of the people working at the business didn't enjoy it- that business could no longer function. Society had to change, and the adaptation was very difficult.
The news had been on in the background for her spinning, so that was all the TV would show her.
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No one really saw the wave as it coruscated through the earth. No one could say later exactly what it was, where it had gone, or from where indeed it came. It was only careful mapping later that plotted its features as a wave, but that did not explain what had changed, who had changed, or how.
She had been spinning when the wave hit - hand-dyed silk on a Bosworth featherweight spindle. She had described the combination in the past as nearly effortless. The spindle was so light and the silk wanted to be spun fine, remembering the single small filaments from the worm as they were originally made. She wasn't sure what to do with the finished yarn, but it would tell her given time, as most of the yarn in her stash was wont to do.
Then the wave hit.
For a moment the spindle glowed. The small pinch of silk held in her hand ready to use grew in quantity and yet seemed insubstantial. The thread itself felt even thinner and stronger and glowed full of possibilities. The spindle had been about to slow, but now picked up speed without the need to actually spin it. The thread grew longer without drafting even being necessary. Then the glow faded, and it was time to wind more on the cop.
Her husband had been sleeping- a needed nap. He did not notice anything at that time.
Many people did not notice anything at all- in relation to themselves anyway. The electronics in everything seemed to go haywire. Some of it stayed functional, but most of it did not- and it seemed to be connected as to whether the user of the electronic device liked it or not. One philosopher later theorized that what the wave did was promote happiness- if you were happy about what you were doing when the wave hit, the electronics resonated your happiness, overflowing the circuits who strained to help you. If you weren't happy, the electronics simply quit. Every red light that was glared at stopped working. Cars used for functionality stopped and refused to move, unless they were old enough not to have a computerized system. If you were playing a game you enjoyed, it kept working. If you were working at your job and you didn't like the job, the lights went out, the computer went blank, and electricity simply refused to flow around you. If you were goofing off at your job that you didn't like, nothing changed for you- but if the majority of the people working at the business didn't enjoy it- that business could no longer function. Society had to change, and the adaptation was very difficult.
The news had been on in the background for her spinning, so that was all the TV would show her.
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