Completion of my to do list is progressing. We are booking my shuttle tomorrow, with plenty of seats available at this time of year. Deni and I are having a last outing together next week.
I have to remember that this will not be our actual last meet up. We can message and speak every day. But who knows when I will visit the Stitch again once that shuttle leaves.
And who knows if everything will be safe.
Three bamboo boxes sit in the corner of the room. My suitcase hangs open on their right. Mum is finishing off a contraption to carry everything down. An ant shaped device with a dent in the back. I said we should get the bus, but she wants a project to keep her busy.
My computer still sit on my desk, refusing to say goodbye yet. And with my Butter Mouse (the real Butter Mouse) project to complete, this is fair enough. I can seal the boxes an hour beforehand if needed.
Today has mostly involved sitting on my windowsill, watching people. It is weird, because I have had thousands of hours to stare at the frame of the world my room provides. And yet I have spent so little time doing so.
I know the advertisement framed in flowers on the opposite building. The wonky balcony dressed in ferns. And the dozens of vehicles that float by, their panels on top bronzing in the sunlight.
And what was odd is that I thought of my time under the Butter Mouse helmet, and the worlds on the other side of the Stitch. Of rockpools by the sea, and the insects crawling in the caves of the mountains nearby. All the atoms in the clean urban air. I thought about myself as a sliver of this, not looking out of the window, but part of a whole.
If you saw what I was doing from elsewhere, would that be beautiful too? To have a vision of someone else in a far part of the Universe looking back?
Perhaps I have spent too much time gazing into the ever moving diamond pattern of the Stitch. But this is a useful mindset. When the creatures of a different planet shuffle past the window of my, I must also remember that they are still part of my home.
Or maybe I should stay here, and keep staring out of the window.
Clip: Another Butter Mouse call in the video. I put this on repeat, stuck my headphones on, and had this playing during my window vigil. I think it might have drifted into my consciousness.