Saturday, September 1, 2007
Flight of Fancy
Definition: (noun) an imaginable but unworkable idea.
Today I would like to fly. Not by assuming the anatomy of a bird, feathered and free in various vegetation refuges, instead by boarding a large aircraft with tiny double pained windows that invisibly shield passengers from the truth and suction of gravity, while still providing vast views from above.
Last night someone told me that, according to some theorists (?), the world is thought to end as we know it on the sixth of June in the year 2012. I don't believe that. Part of my rational disbelief is rooted in narcissism. My 32nd birthday would have been the very next day. And 32 sounds nice. Nevertheless, if we all thought that finale to be true, perhaps unshakable science proved it via reverse carbon dating, what then would you do, where would you go and who would you share your remaining five years with? Today, at this very moment, what would you plan? Or would the whole point be to abandon agendas and just enjoy the ambient tic-tock clock in our collective backgrounds?
I would be more adventurous: take the risk; venture . . . starting now.
artwork is by yours truly