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Mar. 1st, 2011
Gentle sounds of memories
Mar. 1st, 2011 04:35 pmScent is very good at taking me places outside my body.
But there is a bit of music - The Holy Egoism of Genius by the Art of Noise -
...and it's spring. Things are growing and I'm deeply in love - the water is trickling, birds are awake, and the cats are running mad, crazy circles around the house.
The little one is squalling in the bathroom at spirits only she can see, and the world is to be conquered - together. The sunroof is back, the air is warm, and we're going nowhere in particular down Rt 2...
That one damned little space in time - just under 8 minutes - propells me backward with such a force as to knock the breath right out of me. I wonder why on earth I keep it in the rotation, so that occasionally it will pop up out of the blue when things go to shuffle.
I realize - it's because I like to remember what it felt like. Not the exact situation, but the feeling of it. It reminds me that things were young and brilliant and unfettered, once.
Most of you, at least 2 years my senior, will laugh, not unkindly. But at this time when I feel at once too old and too young to fit in my skin - It takes me back. When things weren't.. as they are. The concrete hadn't set to the point where it needs to be shattered before I can reform it again.
It used to feel good, that crazy loose foot freedom.
So it remains, and passes into the dusty back channels until shuffle decides to slap me around again.
But there is a bit of music - The Holy Egoism of Genius by the Art of Noise -
...and it's spring. Things are growing and I'm deeply in love - the water is trickling, birds are awake, and the cats are running mad, crazy circles around the house.
The little one is squalling in the bathroom at spirits only she can see, and the world is to be conquered - together. The sunroof is back, the air is warm, and we're going nowhere in particular down Rt 2...
That one damned little space in time - just under 8 minutes - propells me backward with such a force as to knock the breath right out of me. I wonder why on earth I keep it in the rotation, so that occasionally it will pop up out of the blue when things go to shuffle.
I realize - it's because I like to remember what it felt like. Not the exact situation, but the feeling of it. It reminds me that things were young and brilliant and unfettered, once.
Most of you, at least 2 years my senior, will laugh, not unkindly. But at this time when I feel at once too old and too young to fit in my skin - It takes me back. When things weren't.. as they are. The concrete hadn't set to the point where it needs to be shattered before I can reform it again.
It used to feel good, that crazy loose foot freedom.
So it remains, and passes into the dusty back channels until shuffle decides to slap me around again.
