World on a String
10/02/2002 11:14 p.m.
The problem with the world is that it doesn't swing well. I am convinced (for today, anyway) that if I could only pick up the world and swing it twice, like a pendulum, it would settle back into the predictable regularity it was meant to have, like the stable old clock on my grandfather's bookshelf. But it's not-- stable, that is-- and so I'm forced to find another explanation for the ticking in my ears. What else makes a sound like that? A bomb, of course, and there's no ticking after all, just a steady burning fizzing sound. I've carried a piece of rope around with me all my life, ready to dangle the world at the end of it. And now, at the end, I discover that it's been only a fuse all along.
I am currently Odd
I am listening to Machinery