Jeepley goes around

 Jeepley got off the boat and tested his legs on terra firma, glad that they held, then quickly walked to dock office. It was deserted,  and the was the road outside - no taxis or buses. The faded timetable in the office  said the minibus was expected at 4 and he had an hour to kill by then. He sat down on the single bench, and looked out over the water. The plan was still going as per schedule.

The minibus dropped him off at a section of the road which looked exactly the same as any other, and the driver gave him instructions  . Walking through two plots which he was sure was someone's estate, trespassing no less, he turned left at the coloured pebbles and climbed the slope to the cottage, which came into view after the turn in the road. It was a pretty road, ringed with enough large bushes and branches,   that he forgot all of London for a moment as he huffed up the path , gingerly trodding on the loose stones.

The key was under the mat. He let himself in. He met the other guests at tea time. A pair of glasses read a book,  immobile except to occasionally turn a page . A grey sweater smoked a cigarette on a chair in the garden.A squirrel ran up a tree, being late for its tea perhaps.

 The housekeeper manifested in the kitchen at sunset, and set the table for dinner.At the dinner table, Jeepley looked around to see if a Queegeeg would show, chuckling mentally. 

when I read Kim I of course put myself in his shoes, now when i read any holmes book, it gives me a safe predictable world where truth and good triumphs. to have kim grow up, have a son ( me too), and then disappear into the hills makes me feel like I am losing myself ,that i am somehow free no more, and will have to work to the whims of the world from now on.. I feel like every bus ride is a imposition, so every car ride, every interaction forced, and every meal a passing compromise. Escape comes in the form of books (like the Game), or tv now and then, but then the chains slip back. An inversion has occurred - earlier, I used to throw off the yoke of work at home, and would be free. now like air, that  yoke has permeated every moment , and it's not just work, but the responsibility of it ,for others, for small ones, and old... the self is feeling so neglected

 when some members of the organisation behave not-according to the rules of the organisation, the rest of the organisation can bring them back on track, provided such action is provisioned in the rules. when all members act in violation of rules of the organisation, it goes into suspension, or ceases to be, as per its own rules....

 time to re-read accelerando, singularity sky, halting state, and also atrocity archives, cos.. y'know

who the F has my halting state !!!! i hate you you worm

oh wait, also anathem and diamond age. maybe skip ahead and read seven eves or something

 time to jettison the meek personality

 when you attempt to fit the entire universe inside of your own head

you find yourself halting

and by a curious quirk of recursion

you are it

you are a fixed point where the function of the universe makes itself/you

 We are all but computer programs coded and run by a curious programmer, running within a single for-loop, living our lives one processor op at a time. When we sleep is when the processor runs other threads -other peoples lives. Whixh is why, in this day and age, with all the hustle and run run run life, we dont get much done , and our efforts are neber enough, because ,collectively we are all sleeping too less to allow the Processor to complete enough tasks. So the necessities of each are piled up like cars on the bangalore road, awaiting bandwidth. So sleep more!

If this continues , there will be a culling of zombie threads soon

In the Black Tower, you will face three challenges. You must face your enemy. You must face yourself. And you must face your worst fear.

the advice was given to us already....