But – What If They Like It?

… and lock us in a cannery with your accordion,
Until we canned our love?

A while ago I had a lot to write about – I had planned to write posts on Charlie Kaufman’s directorial debut “Synecdoche, New York“, the 2008 elections, a trip out to Flushing, my Metropolitan Museum day with D., as well as random little bits and blurbs about daily revelations and hmm-moments I’ve been having. But somehow, in the middle of being busy yet not, I haven’t been able to sit down and meander at the computer.

The days and their meanings are beginning to string themselves so closely together, calendrical milestones flitting by with one significant event after the other – Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas and the New Year before we know it – another champagne toast, another countdown, another midnight kiss pregnant with hope of a better string of milestones ahead. The more things change, the more they stay the same? I’m approaching the next month or so with the very slightest of anxiety and caution towards reality and my self – at the back of my mind, I wonder if this season, which I love in my own quiet way, is just repetition this year and I’m just moving along, bobbing up and down like a leaf on the surface of a pond.

Maybe it’s just because the days are getting so dark. I’m finding ways to light them up somehow, and reconnect my little world with the universe.

I tried and tried and tried and tried
and tried and tried to keep the crowds away