All inspiration dead.

8 December, 2015

Mask pinches the nose, a sore pain under the right nostril. Remove the contrivance of straps and

rubber seals from the face, where it has been for the last seven hours ensuring a steady flow of slightly pressurised air. Put it away. in it's place on the old dumbwaiter beside the bed.

Think and listen.

Thinking does not function yet. It is morning, and the son has risen and gathered his school things. Listen

to the routine of packing books and checking clothing, of eating a small breakfast and of running down the stairs. All sounds in the background, known things reporting for analysis to a slowly emerging consciousness.

A bootstrap situation: given an awareness rising from the unconscious, parameters need to be found and classified to serve as a basis for building the remainder of the day. If the system is given nothing to do, it will sit in it's corner of the world and hum to itself. Input, influence.

is needed from outside, a programme, a request. If nothing is given to build upon, then the system will just tick over, discarding all input as meaningless, a steadily increasing entropy leaving all surroundings grey and colourless, then monotone grey and shapeless, and allows it all to fade towards a monotone blackness of no contour or visible shape, no tactile sensation, no awareness but of the utilitarian background hum. 

All inspiration dead.