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The Great Uneven
4:30 am, Monday morning. There is a hum. A persisting hum of electricity, of industry that stands alone while everyone sleeps, or restlessly toils in sleep's absence. Physical pain dictates that I bear witness to this transitionary period between the night and day, the hustle and bustle. Above me, above the hum, the sky is dotted with few stars. The rest, the continuing vastness, is overshadowed and creates illusions of human granduer. We are in a sense snowglobed and led to believe that the city, the industry, is all there is or ever will be. It's an infortunate trick really, to be so alienated from nature. To have our interaction with nature overwhelmed by the changing of street lights, the wheezing of cars, the clamoring of production...the hum. But it's a fantastic thing too. The cooperative work of humans as it translates into an astoundingly intricate universe of culture, technology, architecture...stimulus. I wish to strike a balance of sorts, to rid my daily life of the uneveness that keeps me teetering on an edge most of the time. Sometimes, when I walk to the Cala foods I raise my hands to the trees, the branches of which droop low enough so that I may touch the leaves and knead them between my fingers. I feel taller and it helps me to forget about the things I have virtually no control over. There are so many things that people unfairly can't control. But I know the terrain of the walk, where the cracks and faults in the pavement are, where my favorite victorians are in relation to one another. And this comforts me somewhat; to feel certainty in even the most minor of things helps to cut against the uneveness.
4:30 am, Monday morning. There is a hum. A persisting hum of electricity, of industry that stands alone while everyone sleeps, or restlessly toils in sleep's absence. Physical pain dictates that I bear witness to this transitionary period between the night and day, the hustle and bustle. Above me, above the hum, the sky is dotted with few stars. The rest, the continuing vastness, is overshadowed and creates illusions of human granduer. We are in a sense snowglobed and led to believe that the city, the industry, is all there is or ever will be. It's an infortunate trick really, to be so alienated from nature. To have our interaction with nature overwhelmed by the changing of street lights, the wheezing of cars, the clamoring of production...the hum. But it's a fantastic thing too. The cooperative work of humans as it translates into an astoundingly intricate universe of culture, technology, architecture...stimulus. I wish to strike a balance of sorts, to rid my daily life of the uneveness that keeps me teetering on an edge most of the time. Sometimes, when I walk to the Cala foods I raise my hands to the trees, the branches of which droop low enough so that I may touch the leaves and knead them between my fingers. I feel taller and it helps me to forget about the things I have virtually no control over. There are so many things that people unfairly can't control. But I know the terrain of the walk, where the cracks and faults in the pavement are, where my favorite victorians are in relation to one another. And this comforts me somewhat; to feel certainty in even the most minor of things helps to cut against the uneveness.