first thing's first: 507 6583 9492. this is my cell phone.
i am halfway through 100 years of solutude and just spent 4 days in my own sort of solitude at the farm. watching the trees grow has a meditative and nourishing quality to it. not having a job, i am exploring the deeper reasons why i am here. i decided that despite the 365 days of lush summer, this is very much a desert for me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
a desert? uh-oh!
Someone once told me (about Charlottesville no less) "Go to the desert and stay there." Not that i'm necessarily suggesting you stay there forever, but that you stay your course, skipper. Deserts are one of the most universal metaphors for being alone, an alien treading a seeming infinity of sand and sky. The isolation, like sand, is carried by the wind (change) into every crevice and pore of your body. Slowly you are literally eroded and sculpted by the continuous union with the sand, your skin never again quite the same, your eyes forever changed. The wanderer inside you needs one thing to make this traversable, booboo: a camel!
you are amazing and i love you.
Post a Comment