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Sunday becomes Monday, again. Through the few windows open, thunder reflects through the living room, then through the hallway to the room where I sit. Outside, it does the same against the house next door, just a beat behind in nature's big lesson in the concept of reverb. Sounding so much like a sheet of flat metal stretching from horizon to horizon, flayed by a hammer the size of an oil tanker. Rain taps an insistent Morse Code on the vinyl frame of the window... rapidly, then imperceptably ceases. The departing explosions drift east, then into memory. God, I love nighttime storms. This weekend has been a surrender, of sorts. Surrendering the will to break out, conforming to familiar patterns, keeping it close to home and the mood, light. Remembering what calm was like... but also recalling what's required for it to be this way. At the end of a rambling trip from Mennonite country to the city, yesterday, I finally invested in a dvd player. Yet another device to keep us in our place and sedated... this, a last common bond. My first purchase, Koyaanisqatsi. From the Hopi word for "Life Out Of Balance." True, true. Silent, today, the phone. No visits or sounds of life from the neighborhood to disturb this, the private island. Peace, or at least, no chaos, as long as the world doesn't intrude. A nice illusion, I suppose, however temporary. A sedate pixel in the picture. But, I know it can't be this way, constantly. Things happen. Intrusions come unbidden, against all barriers. The best way to deal with the world is to face it. And there is the basic difference between us. |
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