February 2007 Archives
I realize that I have not been putting up as many posts as I used to. My apologies. Life is throwing a lot of curve balls my way. Everything has turned upside down. I know that I often tend to sound a bit somber when I write but it has always been that way. Perhaps, it is due to the fact that writing for me has always been a means to deal with the less favorable things that fate musters.
However, when the shit really hits the fan, all I tend to want to do is hide.
That’s exactly what I rather be doing right now, hiding. Hiding can be seen as either a cowardly act, the therapeutic means of taking care of oneself or a complete shut down of the soul.
I’m not sure which side of what fence I am now on, but neither of the sides wields the greener of the grasses. I am basically in limbo with a weed-whacker, staring at a topsy-turvy world, trying to jump start my soul.
I hate going to the bodega when its freezing cold but always seem to find myself heading there.
Time, the one thing we can't manufacture, pause, or fuck with. I usually find myself wishing I had more of it and with every passing second I become more aware of all thats passed and the little thats left. In between the contemplation, I make the most of it.
Do you ever wonder why we, humans, go to such great lengths to purposefully distance ourselves from others? Why must we always maintain that ethereal thing between us we call personal space.
Do you ever wonder why so many SUV’s thread the asphalt jungles, consuming so much space for a single occupant or why the idea of a relationship more often than not, seem synonymous with the likes of a ticking bomb?
Ever wonder why some cigarette smokers build hazy walls between themselves and others yet self identify as “social-smokers”? Why does internet chat nowadays seems easier than a sit down at a local café.
Do you ever wonder why the person behind the counter is usually solely experienced as an entity of labor and denied the small talk or ritualistic antics of familiarity? Why is it that we might never learn the name of our mailman or corner grocer or even thereafter never make use of it?
Why is the first table we opt for at the local fast food spot at a safe three unoccupied table distance from the rest?
Why live life, equipped with so many shields, masks, and barriers between us, to only then run home and experience one another through the sterile makings of the television tube?
Why?
Playing around trying to learn how to edit video for future posts....
Punxsutawney, PA.
Since 1886 , Phil, the groundhog, has been predicting the remainder of our winter fates, an integrral part of American folklore which extends back to the German belife based around the Christian holiday of Candlemas.
Phil did not see his shadow today meaning that an early Spring is expected.
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