What I mean to suggest, is whether there is not some merit to holding on to bad habits. Perhaps, there might even be great potential to some, all depending on the make or model.
So, there I was. Sitting in my old college theater, watching a show I was cast in myself some six or so years ago. Kinda soon to redo a show, I thought at first. But then, as it goes with undergrad, anyone who was even in that show has been graduated for at least a few years.
No, seriously. I mean it. Why bother?
I know I’m not the only one who has that cross their mind. Particularly, of late. There’s more of you in this world, I know it. I watch the news, here and there.
It’s an idea that there are a large number of things that must be got at and got at good. And this guy, the narrator, can find rest in movement. And, find a fury in rest. Or at least the kind that feels unearned.
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As you already know, if you’ve been here before.
But humor me, if you will. Don’t think of this here as dichotomy. That implies a growing and unavoidable division. Or at least the way I see the word.
Let’s dig it instead as dualities. Halves of a whole. Different, sure. Opposing, perhaps. But these things are complete as a package.
I can hear it. Through the open door, to the other room. I hope it finishes soon. Though that would mean I would have to get to what I mean to do.
And though fear may not be the right word, it is the one we will use. Place all the ideas of anxiety, apprehension and worry under the shade of that term. It will work just fine.
It is nice to think that the tiny, infuriating paperclip being would arrive and inquire whether one was sure of their decision. But being nice does not always make it so. And as a result of yesterday’s folly, folks had to huddle together in their bathrooms, basements and where ever else they could find in that island paradise with the hope that would keep them and those they love safe from the ‘I don’t know what’ that they were told was on its way.
We’d like to think our lives, nations and world used to be stable. It used to be better. And maybe such once was the way.
Dear diary, as some friends of mine would like to jest. And perhaps, it is.