Under different geography
We have subscriptions, to a number of online TV networks. European (meaning British) for the main part. No laugh track, due in part to the serious nature of drama. And I realize that there is a significant portion of my life that has been missed. I could have had a place in a different society.
All a question of geography. I mean, the gene pool isn’t that deep. I’m like them. Historically. So, what should I conclude? With a family that was more mobile, I could have been raised in a decrepit manor house, or a row flat in post-war industral drudgery. Rather than a life in Canada. Something to discuss with family.
What I’ve absorbed from hours of TV involving oddly painted police cars and unfamiliar ringtones is that I may have lucked out. The inhabitants of these inaginary kingdoms (British, I guess) seem to have the same conflicts that people in other parts of the world endure. I’ll keep watching for other insights.
That pesky war in eastern Europe continues. Seems to have stretched beyond the forecast four days. The images are reminiscent of a war from before my time, albeit in colour. We must never forget that there was paint with hues and shades, even if the historical record lacks such detail. I wonder how our future generations will be able to tell that something is from the near past, if that gray to colour gradiant is no longer provided.
I say that, while ilving in a world that fades to snowy for long stretches. Seriously. I was out to do some deck clearing, yesterday. A 2D world. That might be my eyesight, but I’m cautious. No need to fall downstairs to confirm my beilef in gravity. Snyhow, the snow was moved just before a freezing rain shower, which shows that timing is important, even in mundane situations.
