My Future Best
My friend emailed me that I live in the future now, which I do and I don’t.
Bergen is seven hours ahead of Austin, Texas. Austin, Texas is a city late to rise. So, since I have a some of my closest friends there, and my work is still rooted there, I’m about ten hours ahead on the clock than most of the people in my life. In the morning, when I’m at my best, they’re all sleeping. I can’t help but wonder about this. Like a tree in a forest, who’s going to hear my best if no one’s awake? Did my best ever exist anyhow and if so where’s the proof and so on. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty certain nobody’s missed anything yet. I mean since I’ve landed here in Norway. I’ll do the math for my future best later.
Someone on the radio said something along the lines of “We don’t live in time, we live in space.” Or maybe it was the other way around. Anyhow, I believe I’m on day five here, and the sun doesn’t go down till after midnight, and I’m eating breakfast when I used to be sleeping in total darkness, and while I eat breakfast I stream National Public Radio from Washington D. C., which give reports about what’s happening in a time I used to live in, but now I’ve already past. Besides all that, for some reason I’m having thoughts about a place I lived before I moved to Austin, a place called Tucson, Arizona. I think my head is searching for the idea of home. The sun and technology and memory are all making concentric circles that I’m sure could be illuminating, but currently are distracting as all hell. I feel very much like when I was smaller, on the playground, watching the two ropes of double dutch swinging in opposite directions. I’m sensing when to jump in. Maybe I should just hang from the monkey bars. That sounds good.
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