Fri 2 January 2009
Life in the lull
(this was a response to a Craig's List posting)
Oh, the lull — the life is passing you by, the better days that once that were, the greater story someplace else, the four walls of your existence bouncing echoes as the flashing blue-silver screen chirps anxiety and inauthentic characters.
Oh, I know the lull. You think you love the musty smell of a used bookstore cranny, taking pictures with your Nikon, catching that perfect angle of Sears Tower at night or a certain friend looking the other way, caught in thought as you attempt to steal a bit of her soul. Or his soul.
You think you like these things, you say you like these things, and so I ask, why don't you do these things? Are you waiting for the couch to blow a spring and jolt you upward and outward into the life that goes on all around you? Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Oh, but I know the lull is not so easy. You're a speed skater going around the frozen velodrome and your feet are fixed in grooves. You're the needle tied to an arm playing the same worn out groove and it's a hit from 2005. Even your favorite television characters have grown up and moved out and rejoined the living, left their silly fiction play with the product placement.
The lull, the vortex, the void, the limbo, the super-inertia of the gravitron, it's a hard thing to pull out of. You can only do it yourself, but I--I just might be able to throw an arm into the lull and try to help.
I live just north. Have you been to Armadillo's Pillow at Sheridan and Pratt? It's the best. Books cheap cheap cheap. And classic nooks crannies to go along with the classically quirky and rodent-like mascot. If you like, we could peruse together there...
Or just talk for a little while this way. You sound attractively interesting, if lull-bound.
From the other side,
This is Chris at 25
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