Dialing down
Not sure what’s in the air, but I feel an immense quietude settling around me: everyone seems either muted or not saying anything I’m hearing, and I feel the same way about my own voice. (Is anyone reading this? Listening? I doubt it… I feel entirely erased somehow. And island-bound.)
I could write a diatribe about how I have no affection for Canada’s celebrating Thanksgiving on Columbus Day (really, who ever heard of a good Monday holiday? and whoever decided that the sheer genius of the real 4-day late November Thanksgiving celebration could be trumped by this early bird?), but I won’t bother.
The weather hints at months of low, impenetrable skies and rain, my eyes feel watery, and I’m reading science fiction just for the hell of it. From nineteen-sixty-two, to boot (The Man in the High Castle by Philip K. Dick). Gruesome. Funny, but gruesome. Click through to the book’s wikipedia page for original cover & illustrations – I won’t repost these because they have symbols (swastikas) I dislike.
I’ll be back when I once again feel like talking to myself, wings (and ears) picking up.
Mute swan flapping its wings (Portrait of the blogger as a bird)
I am listening. Oddly enough, the solution for the “quote in a box” from the National Post I just did said this: “A person who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”
Anyway, I am listening, even if it is silence you wish us to hear. 🙂
Comment by maria — October 9, 2010 #
I’m listening too! 🙂
Comment by Lena — October 10, 2010 #
Thanks, Lena and Maria – I appreciate your comments!
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It’s funny, I keep thinking back to a conversation I had a while back, about why one would bother to write if there’s nothing in it. It’s a valid question, but it’s kind of embarrassing to ask it, too.
Comment by Yule — October 11, 2010 #