You go outside, and the crisp nighttime air causes you to look up at the sky and the stars. And somehow your eyes travel with the air particles and everything you are and were disperses into some expansive universe. Instead of the hope for a better life, the hope for a better home, the hope for a better future, this Hope just takes you to meet Wonder but without the presence of Direction.
i just want to be...but there seems to be no place to rest.
Experience would give me much to talk about--- if it weren't for the vacuum that was my walkabout.
This is a photograph by Andrew Suryono called "Orangutan in the Rain" and the orangutan is holding a banana leaf to keep dry from the rainfall. I am drawn to the expression on the orangutan's face because it reminds me of a face my brother makes quite often. (Isn't this a silly reason to like a photo?) Instead of looking at photos of my brother to be reminded of my brother, I am looking at a picture of an orangutan. In any case, were my brother to have this expression, I'd probably be passing by him as he is staring at something, and say "whatcha thinkin' Shaney-ios?" and he'd respond with a grunt or maybe if I'm lucky, a cheerful goofy noise. Maybe it is because Shane never really gave me a straight answer that I can remember this face of his.
I was listening to Schumann's Dichterliebe, Op. 48 Im Wunderschonen Monat Mai (Heine, Lyrical Intermezzo No 1) and then was trying to recall the theater piece I saw when I was young that introduced me to this music and lo and behold... bravo Internet! Old Wicked Songs