There is the race against time, or with time, or simply catching the current and flowing downstream, going for a ride. Ignore the illusion and space becomes distorted, reverting to the myth of ether, abandoning the aspirations of tiny strings and the confusing dimensions. A comatose brigandage has infiltrated the beautiful forest, a disturbing breeze carried by gangs of predators and thieves, purity and renewal lost in the decay. He sees time as the thistle achieving incredible length to breach the taller than average waves of native grasses, finally able to bloom in the tiny suburban jungle. No moth abatement protocols have been promulgated for the last three days, bodies spinning to advance the season, though this is more geometry than time. The teak shelled, circa 1978, Bang & Olufsen Beomaster 4400 receiver now reacts to a firm slap in the center, above the speaker jacks, to get the right channel to once again participate. He roams the premises alone, attempting the completion of numerous simple tasks, in a window framed by limited minutes, accompanied by music of another epoch, ending up listening to McCoy Tyner and Joe Henderson - Forces of Nature: Live at Slugs’ (It never would have happened without Jack DeJohnette.), Sun Ra’s Heliocentric Worlds Vol. 2 (Apropos of nothing.) and disc 6 of Albert Ayler’s Holy Ghost box set simultaneously. He conjures a sister impressed that he usually had two novels going concurrently, though in actuality, it is no more challenging than being in school. Racing the falling objects, everything is falling, he approaches a capricious deadline drawn by the rising temperature at his desk.
Peas and Hominy
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Two books at once! The creeping of time mandates the endeavor. Too much to be read and too little time. C'est la vie.
We're lucky enough to have two bathrooms in the house. One book in each seems to work.