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Same as it ever was
Jun. 5th, 2004 05:25 amDreamed I was desperately searching through a stack of musty old library books for a copy of Yeats’ poem Sailing to Byzantium.
Then woke up while it was still very dark to see the Golden Boy off on his East Coast adventure. The woodcutter’s son, the long way round the world – same as it ever was. I like getting up in the middle of the night. Look up and there’s the decrescent moon, brilliant centerpiece to a timeless harvest of stars. The cat comes in covered with spider webs. In a little while the cat will creep out, the fog will begin pouring back in, the distant galaxies will all be gone – because, of course, I can’t believe in what I cannot see.
I wish now I’d spent less time when I was younger pursuing idiot romances and more time flossing my teeth.
It’s difficult to write. There are heaps and heaps of business-related things piled on my desk and they all have priority over my own thoughts. That's the nature of commerce. Last week was very slow plus we got deliveries amounting to something like 2000 bottles of hot sauce, all of which had to be entered into inventory, priced and sorted. Left me feeling drained and wondering about the nature of money. I understand money in a basic accounting sort of way but I’m mystified by the karma behind it. Seems like there’s more money around than there oughta be given that it all derives from basic raw materials that some people have and other people want. It’s kind of a pyramid game and I’m left wondering when it will all implode and praying that I won’t be one of the victims when it does.
Then woke up while it was still very dark to see the Golden Boy off on his East Coast adventure. The woodcutter’s son, the long way round the world – same as it ever was. I like getting up in the middle of the night. Look up and there’s the decrescent moon, brilliant centerpiece to a timeless harvest of stars. The cat comes in covered with spider webs. In a little while the cat will creep out, the fog will begin pouring back in, the distant galaxies will all be gone – because, of course, I can’t believe in what I cannot see.
I wish now I’d spent less time when I was younger pursuing idiot romances and more time flossing my teeth.
It’s difficult to write. There are heaps and heaps of business-related things piled on my desk and they all have priority over my own thoughts. That's the nature of commerce. Last week was very slow plus we got deliveries amounting to something like 2000 bottles of hot sauce, all of which had to be entered into inventory, priced and sorted. Left me feeling drained and wondering about the nature of money. I understand money in a basic accounting sort of way but I’m mystified by the karma behind it. Seems like there’s more money around than there oughta be given that it all derives from basic raw materials that some people have and other people want. It’s kind of a pyramid game and I’m left wondering when it will all implode and praying that I won’t be one of the victims when it does.
