March 11, 2011

  • Weird Weather

    Is it just me, or is it starting to feel like the end of the world? I don't remember things being so rife with biblical doom when I was a kid. And I feel like it has to be more than just the Aquanet I used in high school.

    I waver between beliefs (or rather, belief and none). It's doctrine by desire. That makes me spectacularly ordinary, I guess. I wonder at what point I began to realize I have no original thoughts? The idea isn't self-deprecating - just true. Whatever I can come up with - whatever I think - it has been thought before. Probably a million times. A trillion. Some days that's enormously comforting; it's a connection. But some days it's exhausting, defeating. (Though without flavour or texture, my mediocrity is curiously hard to swallow.)

    Today it just is.

    An earthquake, a tsunami, disaster, death; I have the luxury of considering it at arm's length.

    For now.
    g.