Day Old Blues
Nature versus culture. Why not? I’m versatile remember? But the first days back to the city, I felt disoriented. Walking on the sidewalks of downtown, I felt lost within the barrage of lights and manmade sounds. I mean civilization is man’s attempt to create an atmosphere of order in a world that is not within his control, yet there lies such a feeling of disorder and messiness contained under the perpendicular street corners and carefully laid out concrete. The madness and confinement intimidated me. I missed the simplicity of living in the middle of nowhere national park. It was quiet there, dark when it should be dark, warm when the sunlight hit your body, animals and plants in their right place, everything was in its own element…the order and structure nature had intended and executed remained pristine and unparalleled. And within this giant circular rotation of light, dark, warm, cold, life each and all taking shifts to keep another day continuing on, I managed to squeeze myself in there not as an intruder, but an admirer humbled by the steady perfection of it all.