Sunday, April 15, 2012

Oppressive Evening


Sometimes you get into a strange detached mood, and the world seems like a set for the play that is your life.  I suppose people all over the world and all throughout history have pondered different versions of that idea, from ancient Hindu philosophers to Shakespeare ("All the world's a stage") to Rod Serling.

My life, however, is a movie.  And the sky is a blank green screen just yards away, continuously filled in with various images on a monitor.  The other day it was filled in with a stiflingly warm, flat, deep-yellow sky late in the afternoon.  The Moon and the sky seemed a flat 2-D backdrop.

If only I could get a copy of the script.


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