redguard
Commie Bastid
Registered: Aug 2000
Location: Cnafilornia
Posts: 405 |
Weigh it against a duck.
It's good to see that the great majority of you are alive and posting after all these years. I have spent the last year or two or whatever interminable length of time that I've been away, abroad (not "as a broad" as some of you might be inclined to believe). Having watched nearly the entire past decade slip by effortlessly in the doldrums of schoolwork and work-work has driven me more than a little insane. I have earned a time-fear. As a result, I've been burning my remaining days away as furiously and desperately as I've been able.
I started out taking a position on board a Cunard Line cruise-ship to Africa and transferring to Royal Dutch Shell, and eventually Silversea Lines for a bit. So few professionals are willing to promise contract-length time aboard a ship that cruise lines and tankers will hire for stints as short as a single crossing. This laxity of contracture resulted in the opportunity to see quite a large bit of Northern, Southern, and Western coastal Africa.
In Cote D'Ivoire, I took a break from the sailing gig and went inland to stay for two weeks with the family of a shipboard co-worker and friend. When the two weeks were up, I simply took a very long walk. I have seen more than I can find the will to tell, grown drunk on exotic alien beauty, and wandered. Wandering, just simply hoisting your pack onto your shoulders and shuffling off to that unseen place just over the next hill, is a thing that men as a whole ought to do a lot more of. If they did, I honestly think the world would be a much better place for it.
I'm back in town again. California, USA, at Crimmas-time. WOW. It's good to be back for a bit, I must admit. The people here all smell like candy and everything is NOT covered in either mud, mosquitoes, or that thin, omnipresent layer of clay-like dust. Books, computers, televisions, shiny-gleaming streets full of sleek and stylish cars. Women with more than five teeth. Every precious thing is plentiful here. For all that, we are such an intellectually and philosophically stagnant and isolated lot. I want to walk up to every blank, preoccupied, indifferent face I see and do something, anything that might help them, even if just for a moment, to pause and consider the world with a different eye. But, I am older and wearing down. What could I do now when even in the glory of my youth I could not shake them from their dream?
I am insane, but I still think of you all from time to time. I know your names if not your faces, and you have each reached out across this impersonal medium, and through revealing your vulnerability and humanity, many of you have left your mark quite indelibly within me.
This year, what I'm thankful for is having a voice (however faint) and a place to be heard.
Long live the Asylum.
Be well,
-r
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