Hi Gemlaoshi, Quiet reflection – without grenades:0)
The salty but dry ocean air has done its job, fully permeating the safe-feeling and fluffy pillows, each enclosed in their crisp and sun-worshipped covers, accompanied by soft downy comforter soaked in the fresh air of south facing balcony.
Sleep for me is a ritual, to be thought about, sought after, anticipated, enjoyed, and prolonged; best prologue-ed with simple guitar music, and epilogue-ed by high vitality, but not frenzied pop.
What has changed since I went to sleep? Nothing really. The world is as it always had been, vital, energized, hopeful, profitable, simple, understandable, beautiful, varied, complicated, unpredictable, uncertain, dangerous, destructive, and sad.
High-energy Canto-pop music and skimpily clad silken and flowing black-haired gyrating Chinese senoritas on the video monitor now, following the powerful Latino act with its almost not clad, curly haired Latin yum-yums. Nope, one world, one play, many acts, all familiar, and mostly predictable.
That which was important still is, and that which was non-essential, remain so.
Family, friends, knowledge, communication, true profit, sound value, safety, and freedom, in no particular order save the first, on the one hand, and bubble, spin, intervention, and effortless gain as counter parties, attempting a false balance.
Chugs, Jay |
