Being left out, ignored, under- or un- valued, these are the worst things for me, And the more it happens the less I feel I have anything to offer. So I withdraw. And then people forget I am even here. And it spirals down.
Triple feature: all three rides I managed to get out on during the rainy month of April. In the third I actually, finally, make it all the way out to UBC to, of all appropriately gothy things to do, attend a memorial.
n this episode: Two rides and a new opening sequence featuring time-lapse video from my first ride. The first ride in this video is a pre-Valentine's Day baseline run where I decide for a moment that maybe it a race. In the second video I try out the newly paved Arbutus Greenway (which isn't very green yet) and ride up to the summit of the Arbutus Ridge. Voiced on the day before the 6-month mark of my separation, which one my cats remains upset about, but also beginning to recover. I'm not alone here.
You get used to things. At work, four times a year, the logistics of changing out the show happen remarkably smoothly. Pretty much impossible to move things are shipped in and out and the whole space is transformed. Often walls are built and torn down, thousands of square feet of wall are repainted. Later today I'll be going down to a nightclub that will be transformed in a window of two hours.