“Clocks slay time … time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.” ~ William Faulkner
“Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.” ~ Alan Watts
“It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.” ~ Vincent Van Gogh
“Time moves in one direction, memory another. We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.” ~ William Gibson
As per usual I spent about ten minutes out on the side, where I could see the sunrise behind the big mountains. It’s quite a sight! Recently I’ve thought often that if not for the persistent and often breathtaking natural beauty here I’d move away from Taos for good. The things that were holding me here have all passed, six or more years ago. Anyway, as I was walking back to my room, eyes full of silver-blue and tangerine, I heard a weird sound; loud, and somehow too big. My brain first interpreted the sound as being a ginormous hinged wooden door that needed a shot of 3-In-1 Oil. That’s machine oil, for you who might have gotten over the 20th Century. I’ve been watching “The Haunting of Hill House” on Netflix; I’m up to episode five. Awesome it is. I mean that in the literal sense, BTW. They rely much more on the psychological currents, and how the traumas from the haunting play out into the future. So, anyway, when I heard what sounded like a creaky door I stopped, feeling quite puzzled. That door had to be really really big to make a sound like that, and of that volume! My brain wanted only more coffee, so the puzzle was unwelcome, and I was like all enough with the Columbo mystery shit dude. I need more coffee so don’t even try it. The sound continued and morphed finally, as seconds passed. That’s when the neighbors’ braying began. They don’t do it frequently, but it always makes me laugh out loud. It was the friggin donkeys, or maybe even the mule as well. Mystery solved. I used to love sitting in the afternoon watching old reruns of “Columbo” with mom. We’d sip coffee, smoke cigarettes, and for some reason we also both laughed at inappropriate times. Which reminds me how I loved to watch “The X-Files” with her, then when the late-night news came on we were in such a metaphysical headspace we’d laugh at most everything on the evening news for all of it’s surreality. Whatever. Today is an mandatory laundry day, which takes some of the fun out. Hmmph. It is what it is, right? I mean come on now. Just because it is what it is doesn’t mean it ain’t what it seems it is. Ya know what I mean? Yeh, I thought so.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.