A New Dusk

8/09/08

And so I've carved out a moment of this day to catch up with myself, to remind myself that I'm still here - Alas, a space where I can unpack the load I bear upon my spine, and prop it upon this altar of rented electricity and counterfeit light.

The only distractions that interfere are the distant sounds of this strange city carried in through the open windows by the night breeze, chilled by an icy moon above. My clothed body lies stiffly on a naked floor; I amire the irony of being the only decoration upon this otherwise vacant surface.

Crickets. I never imagined crickets here - Charming as they are, cloaked by the infancy of night to provide the ambiance of a place more fittingly called "home."

I am flooded by borrowed thoughts, perhaps carried again upon that night wind. Dozens of images of light and pictures, sounds and vibrations from all directions and dimensions penetrate the metal screen that is only designed to keep away more earthly things. How delightful the breeze feels tonight - inspiration on tap, electrified airwaves traveling at the speed of pollen floating through the atmosphere. Man-made contraptions only entrap this bliss, filter it from your spaces and snatch it from your eyes and ears. These devices are absent here, nowhere in sight as I lie idle from the world in this new space of mine, absorbing the best entertainment money can't buy - the sound and scent of freedom.