A past seen in layer cake levels. Segment not always seeming to evidence connections with the same life? Out here now, a resident of the country. Far, far away from each of these proceeding decades’ Still harder to to consider any single segment as wholly representative of the rest. Just the current moment. All modern times in times of reflection. Sure there is the benchmark of plenty of photos from those times! But they just serve as markers in time. Place keepers between chapters. Escape to the farthest realms just traveled a rock at the furthest reaches. The province of the oceans where only mermaids dwell. Sitting marooned upon an outcropping with the salty water lapping at my feet. She an I got along well here. And I relying upon her for fish that I could not catch myself.
Obsession with politics an almost purely biological function. The traditional male’s attentions obsessively drawn to the horizon. The female, on the other hand, inwardly in a small circle. Both theoretically complimentary. Useful to the safety of the community. Threats always arriving before action. A persistent ongoing contemplation of one’s own limits, both realistic, and unrealized, beyond expectation. Focus errant upon an indefinite moment in the future with no scheduled time of arrival. The one that lingers within the ether of one’s mind. The older one becomes, the further one becomes from procreation, and in turn the more secure in their own existence alone. Life as human so fleeting despite a persistent illusion of an expanding present.
In a new world of enclosing mandates both recent and to come, experience seems yellowed by way of experience like torn posters posted in a men’s room. Little boys turning into men. Expectations placed upon passing strangers gone missing. Flickering video light effigies apparent in the cavernous eye holes of a forgotten skull. A persistence of the same as age old as archeology. One that continues to be closely noted by one’s ego. Under control of the supreme anonymity of a past director of mutable arbitrary standards that originally applied to no one. Crowd control for all the foolish youth now so negative of past society. All waiting for the positive to once more fill in the gaps. The ‘good’ old days never soon to come as fast as to be recollected as being in the province of long ago.