As the night fell on that election Tuesday, and my heart melted in fear and anguish, my body was thrown a small but tangible life line, in the form of a new space of my own. We descended on this place like moths on light that day, but chaos was still the order of the day. My own space, though, was all but complete. Boxes of meaningless possessions, and a few that hold memories and sentiment, that make up our feeble and tentative lives stacked around the house, as I stared at books that were older than me, and that would outlive me into the future. Texts written by persons long disintegrated into dust, leaving only their words on pages yet to be turned.
We had come through the fire, only to be piled upon with tasks and debt beyond measure, and decisions that needed to be made.
Here in this little quiet sanctuary of my own, what do I plan on doing? What do I intend to study, to write, to listen to….how then shall I endure the next four years in my bunker of books? I shall take it upon myself to write, and to create music. some of it will be awful, and regrettable, some maybe, if I’m lucky, will be good.
The mythologies of our time, and of our past, are my current focus, as are simple expository and mind to fingertip writings such as you are currently reading. Music of a sort that I enjoy, and perhaps, just maybe, someone else might also. A place to retreat, to get away from the derision and division of the outside world, wherein I can talk at length and freely about how that outside world affects us all…protesting I suppose, in my own small way. Because, as we are now the divided states of america, divided from family, from history, from the world, these thoughts need to be expressed. I will attempt to refrain from preaching, from teaching, and try to simply talk, write, and sing about these feelings that we are all having at this tumultuous time in our world.
I don’t know what else to say…here I am. Here we are. I am in my basement cave, you are where you are. We all breath the same air, look up at the same sun and moon, and walk on the same ground. We should all be one, and yet we are all so far apart and distant, even as we ride together on buses, trains, and subways, together and apart.