last night included a detailed tour of every hour, and i have the fatigue this morning to prove it. for whatever reason, i just couldn’t fall asleep; a malady that has plagued me for a majority of the past month.
in effort to quell this, the open evening sky got my visit, and a chance to perform with all its charm, and perhaps it was my insomnia reacting, but the show didn’t disappoint. a mild temperature, delicate breeze, and a sky filled with a velvety navy-blue, completed by a sprinkling of stars and other heavenly bodies as lint specks across the fabric.
it got me thinking about the light given off by stars, and how far away some of them really are. even at the speed of light, some of the night-stage’s performers are thousands of years away; that some of the twinkling i enjoyed last night originated when ancient egypt was brand new. puts a bit of perspective on our concept of time and history…everything we record is really just a small, one-comma long journal entry in the diary of the universe. it’s just an excerpt, a sticky note telling some of the events earth and its residents have experienced. historians’ jobs are to create a comprehensive and complete of all events, ever; though they never can, nor never will be able to transcribe the “history” of everything everywhere. makes their job more closely related to sub-atomic physicists or micro-biologists, studying and figuring on such a small sliver of the whole.
why have so many deep and introspective ideas been swimming in my mind recently? almost as if trying to drown my “normal” thoughts–if there are such things in my brain. running has always been a therapy for me, a counselor with a bleach-tipped eraser, or at least a giant filing cabinet to organise and store all the clutter. maybe the strict running routine has given me (once more) the capacity to think as i should? my morning session on the treadmill awaits, perhaps i’ll find out then…
listening to:
12 Memories (pre-release, available 10/14)
Travis
