Today I very nearly gave into the urge to just start walking. I didn't, of course, but it was actually a lot closer than I'd like to admit. It was a day where it felt like everything was specifically designed to overwhelm and test my patience. And I was flunking.
I did the next best thing to walking away - I took my break, went to Teavana, and watched them make me a complicated tea latte. It's actually soothing in and of itself just to watch them make it, and then the taste just puts me back into a frame of mind where the impossible might still be impossible, but it's not the end of the world.
But sometimes, that urge to just be completely alone? Yeah. It's hard to resist.
"Food for Thought," by Felice Picano
Part of Twelve O'Clock Tales, "Food for Thought" came up on my Kobo the other day while I was sitting out quietly in my back yard, listening to the birds and feeling quite content. The story perfectly suited my mood.
It's about a telepath assigned to a survey vessel exploring planets (for the sole purpose of a company's ability to use them as resources of one sort or another) and his brush with a unique world. It's a place devoid of life and consciousness beyond lush fields of amazing plants, and his telepathic scans of the planet at first come up empty. But when accidents take the lives of some of the explorers, something starts to flicker on the telepath's senses.
It's a beautiful world. It's an engaging mystery. And it might be enough to make a young telepath leave everything - and everyone - behind.