call•me•jonah

Being home for Thanksgiving, that wonderfully gluttonous celebration, I am reminded that my brother is an engineer and my sisters hang out with engineers. One recently began a relationship with an airforce pilot. This is when self-awareness peaks. Gather world-builders and problem fixers together. Now art seems like masturbation and philosophy nonsense. This is of course self induced. Though with a little persuasion no doubt.

Clash of paradigms:

There is a poster on the wall in my brother's apartment, where he lives with three other engineers. It is a view from the moon of a half lit earth. An image that would fit lovely on an Arthur C. Clarke story collection. The caption reads "If the world was perfect there would be no need for TOMORROW." I laughed out loud. How perfect.

If I had written the caption it would say "If the world was perfect, who cares?" or "Tomorrow the world will be the same as it was yesterday," or " Everything you build will fall, everything you say will be forgotten, and eventually you will return to the same darkness you left in your mother's womb."

Is that pessimistic? I don't think so. Hell, keep building and talking and having babies if you can find a reason to. Maybe people are like fish. We have to keep swimming around in the water to breathe. But we're in a fish bowl. And we only have a two second memory. So we swim in circles but think we're actually going someplace.

But we're not.

But if we stop we die.

How vicious.




...still a part of me wishes I was an engineer trying to build a bigger fishbowl.