One of my hobbies as a semi-intelligent fool is contemplating the concept of entropy. For those of you who didn't study physics (and can sleep well at night), entropy is what scientists use to quantify the tendency in any system to pull toward chaos or randomness. I’m not interested in this form of the understanding of entropy - no, what I am obsessed with is known as the Second Law of Thermodynamics. This law, and I’m not sure who signed it into power, states essentially that entropy can only increase or remain the same in a given reversible process. No matter how efficient a process is the system’s entropy, the tendency to pull toward disorder, remains either the same or increases. It never decreases, never becomes zero, implying that over time, there will be less energy. 

Okay, so, where were we? Oh? It’s been a couple of weeks since I updated this little blog? Haha, well funny story there, would be reader - my wife and I just welcomed a little baby to this big, wide world full of tragedy (and hope and joy and so many things). 

What’s that? You’re asking why I started this blog with the intent of writing every day when I knew full well that our baby would come this year and I’d be naturally interrupted in that goal? Haha, dear reader, you’re such a kidder. Of course I launched this blog with those intended goals. Because of the W A I T I N G. 

It is 12:29 p.m. on a Sunday. I'm sitting in the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport waiting for my flight to start boarding in roughly 20 minutes. I've spent the past thirty minutes navigating the bustling terminal back and forth grabbing food, a drink, and passing my gate several times in search of both of those (long story), passing a flight to Monterrey, Mexico, several times in the process while the gate agent calls for the next group completely in Spanish.

A topic that often comes up in stories I haven’t finished writing is the concept of spaces between spaces. To this end, I have done substantial research in the form of watching YouTube Horror videos inspired by the concept of liminality. For those who don’t know, liminality or liminal refers to the state of “occupying both sides of a threshold” or “relating to a transitional or initial stage of a process.” If you’re familiar with The Back Rooms or a quarter of the posts found on the subreddit r/liminalspace, you sort of get what the premise is: a space that connects Places (capital p) with other Places. Airports. Hotel hallways. These sort of places. 

My memory isn’t the greatest any more. Two bouts with covid and getting older has taken a toll on what used to be a pretty infallible ability to recall facts, events, and how the weaknesses and resistances in Pokemon work. Fairy types always trip me up. Mostly I struggle with names now, so if it seems as though I am hesitating before saying your name, it’s not a reflection on our relationship or on you - it’s my brain.