A Home for the Holidays

Burrowed, inverse. Nest. They could wait there in the dark growing fat distended- wet origami faces, fractal lubricants with infinite surface and no volume, coating everything. In between, everything. Mediating you, and us, and all our people.

Despair, and I hate this word as I hate hell, montagues, and... is really, understandable- if you were, say, plunging to your doom in a fiery blaze. For instance. It would be generally accepted by my peers for the plungee to feel abject terror. Likewise, one in our current society should be forgiven for their self righteous despair and progressive madness.

Our luck, then. Our luck...

Somewhere, sometime, an awkward group of elderly people watch "Riding in Cars with Boys" until the credits roll before standing and d-drifting away in silence. I stay, and watch the screen go static light the room up in ghost blue, stay there all night soaking in and paying homage till dawn do us part.

last night

Was overwhelming and glorious and

Licked Clean by Elephant Cat

Six hours on the road today...

I saw an old Volvo and the image has been barreling around my head. I want one, a 240 maybe early nineties late eighties if it's in good shape. Reassuring solidity. Real-ness. Parts that make sense in a deductive and linear way. Parts that have never heard of a computer. I want a post apocalypse car, something that'll drive on junkyard maintenance and layman tinkering. A manual, some tools, lots of patience- I'm not a, you know, car guy. But. I am good at figuring stuff out. I can focus on a puzzle for hours or days and even thrive from that refined slow burn frustration. I don't mind getting dirty. I don't mind breaking some things to fix others- and doesn't entropy make such implacable demands, enough to set my doomsday poet a-ranting, that infotech is more dangerous than the bomb.

So, a car made of mechanisms, made of physical parts moving through our perceivable, macro, mundane world. More complicated than a bicycle, but, made of the same stuff. No fairy dust or arcane process chains...

Result is less, and different, interface. Between you and... what you're doing. Thread a needle and stitch- needle extends fingers, thread mind prosthesis sewing. Add a machine. A CAD assistant. Some marketing. Lose the sewing, and no this isn't the same.

Thread, needle, hand. This is important.