Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Nothing Is Familiar.
Looking at the moon is a new thing every time now. It's a surprise. How did that get there? Whoa. Intense. There is no process really, but if there was, it seems to be deepening. The handrail of our staircase is a new master class in smoothness every time. Our living room, having not been decorated for a decade, is a brand new environment. Where am I? says my mind. And people! My goodness, what encounters they are. What energies they emanate. What bundles of crackling raw life. What newnesses they all are, even those there seem to be many ordinary memories about. It puts me in mind of a recurring joke in our household, based on the quasi-scientific nugget of wisdom about goldfish; apparently, their long term memory only stretches to about 5 seconds. They can never be bored. So the goldfish is swimming along in his bowl, thinking, this is nice. That's a nice fake castle. WHOA! Where the hell am I? Well, this is nice. Oh, look at that lovely fake castle. Let's have a look...WHOA! Where the hell am I? Wherever it is, it seems perfect. What's that over there? WHOA! Where the hell am I?
Everything is a surprise, everything is new. Even the most ordinary things. I have been turned, so it seems, inside out.