The New Jerusalem

I haven't blogged forever, so no one is probably reading. That's ok.

I exist in an almost constant state of uncertainty and discomfort. it's how i work. I didn't get past it after adolescence... it just sort of persisted and got worse.

But then there are the strange moments of kinship and certainty. For most, i guess, adolescence begins with these moments, helping you form a group of peers, solidifying into group membership. it's why people ask what kind of music you like, they're trying to figure out who you were when you became a person.

i didn't ever really have things in common with people around me until college, and by then, music didn't play into it.

but it's still so surprising to me when i meet someone and they seem great and it comes out they spent too much time playing text adventures in 1988, or that they know enough Quenya to get by. it's like breathing air when you thought you'd spend the rest of your life under water.

it's similar when i encounter art that's just right. so very right. i'm listening to John Cale's "Paris, 1919", on a mix cd from ryan, a guy who spent too much time playing text adventures as a young person.

it's nice to remember that art is bigger than words. when you're a writing type person, you can forget the line between an essay and an expression.