#draft paper

They tell me she died during Operation Archon, that whatever happened in the Praetorium that killed the Black Wolf took her life as well. Her motors stopped churning and the ploughs and drills they governed fell into a slumber once thought to be unending.

I’ve been down there. Time eroded the metal; once-sharp edges have been sanded smooth or broken off entirely. They promise the replacements will be hand forged, and it worries me. The people of this land know nothing of fastidiousness. They were born into abundance and have since done nothing but gorge themselves on the surfeit of aether since.

We earned our industrialization through suffering in the bitter cold without the gift of the natural world’s compliance. Our productivity was born through labor and generations of hard life without meaning. We never scoffed at the machine’s demands.

A Garlean is happy to play whatever role is required of them, but an Eorzean? They need creative fulfillment; it is the only way that they can be fulfilled. They don’t understand interchangeability.

A machine abhors deviation because it is the same thing as malfunction. Despite the end of our grand experiment, ours was a spirit of order and obedience. We understood that all things decay and that when the time comes for replacement it is vital that the next generation pick up exactly where the last left off.

Garlemald is dead and the Towers are its dying gasp. There’s nothing there for the living anymore. We were made to face our civilization’s end. The calamity was not of our making, and still it has left our once proud people little more than orphans.

All of the plans I laid out for my life are no longer possible, but I cannot give into despair and die purposelessly like so many others. I have a family to protect. I would choose death for myself, but not for them. I’d sooner dirty my hands with Eorzean soil.

A denizen of the Ul’dah has offered us safe passage. We have been promised a home in the desert in exchange for my expertise. I will share with them the secrets of Magitek, but nothing more. In return they will give us shelter.

My dearest Aloysha; I know you will not understand the decision I am about to make. You see me as feeble and desperate, but you misunderstand my intentions. I am driven not by cowardice, but love. Someday you will have children of your own and you will be forced to compromise your principles for their well being.

This is the burden of any father. A man who has sons and daughters cannot prize his ideals above their well being.

Draft paper. What is draft paper?

A draft paper is a first or second attempt at writing something, with the understanding that is incomplete and needs editing.

For example, I take a clean, nice a piece of paper, just out of the A4 plastic wrapper. I turned on my computer and start to write something, like, right now. So, I type and tyoe and tyoe and type, until I finished 285 words in a piece of paper.

“Ah-, I have to proof read it.” I take a piece of clean fresh A4 paper and put it in my printer, and then I print it.

You see here, there is a big chance that after I proof read it, there won’t be any mistake, so I can submit my writings for my blog. Then, no more paper be wasted, and the paper has a mission for its life, to deliver a perfect message for my blog, but, what if I made some mistakes?

Where will the used A4 paper go? I’ll use it as my draft paper. Means, after this. I will be using the other side of the clean part paper, and put it in a good use. There! Even draft paper has purpose for its life.  Usually, I put in a tray, that has lots of draft paper in there, so whenever I want to print something, I’ll just put in it a good use.

The draft papers will keep piling up, and I definitely be using the above papers. What about the very first draft paper I put in the tray, that has been piling up with the new draft papers. Will I be putting it in a good use? What about it? What if I forgot to use it? What if I don’t want to use it anymore?

So, the first draft paper I put in the tray, is no longer has purpose? It was first promised with beautiful things, but when things get rough, it was promised to be a second hand paper, but now I forgot about it, will it be a forgotten draft paper?

What is in life, at some point of my life, I am, a forgotten draft paper. Useless, hopeless, was promised things but get nothing. What is the purpose of my life? What am I? Who am I?

This is a draft paper on community unionism and labour-community coalitions written for my Industrial Relations seminar under the supervision of Professor Geraldine Healy at Queen Mary University of London

@mdbergfeld

Abstract

In this paper I will argue that community organising and community- labour coalitions have not been able to stop the downward trend in union membership or halt the race to…

I am trying to hide in my room because I have to finish my draft. (Yeah, got kind of sidetracked by the Borgias. Sometimes I suck as a student) 

While I am finishing my draft, I really want to watch the Three Musketeers. You know the 2011 version. I liked the older version with Charlie Sheen and Keifer Sutherland but this new version is kind of awesome too.