06.15.07
Ebbing Paranoia?
The paranoia has been ebbing lately, so I feel less inspired to spew into the interether. Is it exhaustion? Simple awareness that it is larger than any of us can control? Affirmation of, and even glorying in, the notion of being so Known in the universe? The mind boggles.
Today is a somewhat gloomy, not particularly warm day in June. Not-quite-summer, technically, yet certainly summer in academe. The building is nearly empty, the meetings dwindled to breaks in the day instead of back-to-back minidramas. What do you do when you time isn’t parceled out by a database? Are those long-deferred projects really so enticing? Or is it time for a nap? There’s a picture taken along the Pacific coast on my monitor. The waves are frozen, not in a dramatic clash with the rocks, but a mildly active flow. Being land-locked changes your perceptions, renders stasis the norm, rather than tidal erosion and accumulation. Timeless or timebound? I could attempt to animate the screen, but maybe I should just watch the clouds. Bugs in amber; glass windows pouring slowly down to the sills. I suppose banana peels disintegrate eventually.
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