kanji

09 March, 2006
synapse

i'm not sure if there is such a thing as "destiny". though, with my track record, it seems like i have lived like there is.

such beliefs are the antidote to Pragmatism, of which i suffer, as well.

instead, since things are not always so profound, maybe they're more like "synapses". little brief jolts that unite impulses, all of these little coincidences and conjunctions and maybe even convulsions.

i had to look up the definition:
"The junction between nerve cells where a nerve impulse is transferred from one neuron to another." usually, it also says, by a neurotransmitter.

...so i guess it means the space between.

...or "getting the ball rolling."

i admit to being pretty "spaced", for some months... but those spaces are closing back down, and sparks are flying. odd coincidences are going on, too.

last weekend, after i summoned up my artistic shadow, i went back to the gallery to take the painting home. spent an hour talking with the "docent"--which is an unflattering term for an articulate, charming woman.
during the course of the conversation, this couple was brought up... instrumental in the life of the gallery. their names, both with the same initials for their first and their last, would not imbed themselves in my memory. even so, i knew that our paths would cross, and i'd be shit out of luck, later.

breezing in on dark asphalt runways back to town, early this morning, i stopped by the empty post office to check on the mail.
as i spun around to leave the amber atmosphere, scented with paper, i saw a card at the bottom corner of the post board. alone, on a black background, an exposition handbill. with their names on the address label on the back.

maybe i'm supposed to know this.

i do, now.

it's momentum. purpose. direction... in many directions.
and maybe sparks flying.

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hit me with your rhythm stick




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