Journal

Conspiracy Theorist

Fixing A Hole

It’s been happening for a few days now, and no one really knows why. Sure, they talk about it, whisper and murmur, trying to figure out what exactly is going on, even as they know that no one has any clue at all. And there it is again, outside my window, a group of workers surrounding a tall machine, staring down a hole in the ground as the machine just drills and drills, making whirs and buzzes and other assorted noises.

It’s all pretty shush-shush-hush-hush. I heard stories though. I heard, for instance, that there’s more than one of these. At other blocks, and I mean many other blocks, there have been similar set-ups, with their workers and their drilling and their whirs and buzzes.

What could they possibly be doing? At first, when they brought in the machines and surveyed the sites, we imagined that they were adding lifts to the block. Then it became clear that they weren’t building lifts. They weren’t going up. They were looking down. Maybe they’re looking for treasure. That explains their frowning faces and paranoid eyes. No, maybe they’re poisoning the water.

Recently, my tap water seems to taste of metal.

I’m watching. I’ll keep watching. And what worries me is that that’s all I might be able to do.

Embarrassments

I think I embarrassed myself a little in one tutorial yesterday. No one said anything, of course, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I said something terribly stupid or slighted someone unintentionally, or… I don’t know. Nothing to worry about, of course, but I get these feelings sometimes and have no idea why I get them.

Booker Nominees

The Booker shortlist is out. [via The Elegant Variation] I’m surprised to see that Salman Rushdie didn’t make it. Also, I’m a bit shocked to find Netherland not there, because they’ve all been raving about it so wildly. I’ll make sure to get it on my next shopping trip.

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