All Over, Now
I awaken every day earlier than the last. I don't even want breakfast, just to shorten the distance between me and the water. There's enough time to walk a few miles in the waves before an online life-coaching session. The therapist cancels anyway, and I try not to read that as a metaphor. Just means more time on the shoreline.
As usual, each consecutive day is filled with more water and less land. Sturdy ground becomes abnormal. Air-conditioned spaces feel like a glass enclosure within a museum. Escaping outside, the warm air embraces everything, softening the skin and expanding the lungs. There's such a saturation of water that vision feels more like the physical connection of molecules bridged from eye-to-distant-point.
The water is like some warm conceptual representation of greens, blues, tans, and every gradient in between. I'm happy enough to float away on today's still waters. I'm surprised to look behind me and see the dark conceptual representation of the endtimes. This is the realm of environmental dissonance, holding two opposing cognitions in one's vision at the same time.
I know I'll have to head back soon but there's still time for endlessness, for floating. I wonder if enough time can pass that I can reenter into another life, and then I wonder, at what point do we define segments of our lives as a beginning or an ending? How much change has to occur until we are forced to admit that now is starting or now is over?
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The storm comes, the storm goes. We humans return to the water and find ourselves outnumbered by the nautical locals who are emboldened by the lack of motors buzzing and speakers blaring. But, as with most moments spent in these waves, the definitions between humans and non- becomes a matter of opinion.
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Washed Out - Feel It All Around
[Listen on bandcamp]
Washed Out - All Over, Now
You fade into a dream
You're freer than you've ever been
You float just like the wind
Explore a life you never lived
From deep within
Though you fight it off
You know there's a moment
When you have to give it up
It's all over, now
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As usual, each consecutive day is filled with more water and less land. Sturdy ground becomes abnormal. Air-conditioned spaces feel like a glass enclosure within a museum. Escaping outside, the warm air embraces everything, softening the skin and expanding the lungs. There's such a saturation of water that vision feels more like the physical connection of molecules bridged from eye-to-distant-point.
The water is like some warm conceptual representation of greens, blues, tans, and every gradient in between. I'm happy enough to float away on today's still waters. I'm surprised to look behind me and see the dark conceptual representation of the endtimes. This is the realm of environmental dissonance, holding two opposing cognitions in one's vision at the same time.
I know I'll have to head back soon but there's still time for endlessness, for floating. I wonder if enough time can pass that I can reenter into another life, and then I wonder, at what point do we define segments of our lives as a beginning or an ending? How much change has to occur until we are forced to admit that now is starting or now is over?
~ ~
The storm comes, the storm goes. We humans return to the water and find ourselves outnumbered by the nautical locals who are emboldened by the lack of motors buzzing and speakers blaring. But, as with most moments spent in these waves, the definitions between humans and non- becomes a matter of opinion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Washed Out - Feel It All Around
[Listen on bandcamp]
Washed Out - All Over, Now
You fade into a dream
You're freer than you've ever been
You float just like the wind
Explore a life you never lived
From deep within
Though you fight it off
You know there's a moment
When you have to give it up
It's all over, now
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