Infinite Quest(ion[s])
Ever have one of those days where you look around and just have all of a sudden an incredibly intense appreciation for everything, for where you are, where you've been, where you'll be? Where everything is so vivid you can practically taste your surroundings? Where you're sitting in your room, willingly, joyously struggling through the infinite tome that is Infinite Jest, not sure if you've even understood the last ten pages but not even caring, just going along for the ride, that's how good it is? Pausing for a second to Google Image-search The Ecstasy of St. Theresa, and stare at it, wondering when you'll get to see it for real? Plopping backward onto your pillows and admiring the Savannah Mist mint-green of the walls melting into the window, blending with the too-green of freshly-rained-on trees? When everything is calm, and you think about all the other places you've been and were calm, yoga in Fells Point in Utkatasana staring out the sweat-clouded windows at the bright C of the moon and the water lapping gently and the cobblestones, morning in your boy's backyard, watching the AM LA fog roll around in the abyss betraying only one or two distant black hills, 7AM in Zhangjiajie National Park in China, getting ready to trek through impossibly beautiful terrain, that time of morning when the sun's just pardoning his way through mountainous piebald crags, when the dew still smells sweet and the air is new and refreshing and the impending promise of an infernal midday temperature has yet to be fulfilled? When you have miriad questions, some pretty important, like what-the-hell-are-you/have you been-doing/going to do/-with-your-life but you push them aside because you're only 20 yet and everything is unfolding before you and you think about taking up art again, you used to be a pretty good artist albeit self-taught, you still have the fancy-grade soft pencils and charcoals and Mi-Teintes pastel paper and everything, and you regret eBaying away your Canon SLR even though you never used it but you want to now, and your boy's been bugging you to write another article so you should probably do that, and practice, and play tennis because you've gotten really bad at tennis?
Ever have one of those days?
Ever have one of those days?