Wednesday, September 16, 2009

A message

Take heart Siobhan and Marco ! We live in such absurdly impatient times. Times when everything is accelerated; when space, communication, and process are all abbreviated. Reduced. Compressed. Just think of the expression: Get a Life! I love that. As if life were something you could just pick up like a meal at Whole Foods or a pair of jeans at the Gap. Here’s another one I love. You must move on! I’m sure we’ve all heard that one. People usually say it after something hideously traumatic has happened: the end of an affair, divorce, death, the loss of a job. Maybe it’s particular to being American, this restlessness, this need to somehow speed up experience and emotion; to rush ahead and leave it all behind. I don’t know. I mean, we’re also the ones who invented the term, “bottoming out.” Which takes time. Hell, for alcoholics, drug addicts, and the economy, it can take fucking forever. What I’m getting at, I guess, is this: I don’t believe in short-cuts. There are times when you simply can’t “move on”; when you have to let life lead you and go the distance. I like that. Go the distance…
And hallalujah! I’m embedding again.

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