I missed last week’s profound look because there was nothing to be profound about and I was too busy working because what does a person who has a lot of work do? Create more work for themselves, of course.
If the last few weeks have shown me something painfully clear, it’s that a scary number of people seem to have a very simple view of the world. A completely monochrome view. While I see how this can be an easier way to see things than making the effort to notice all the nuances that make the world what it is, I also know that this way of seeing things is generally characteristic of very young children.
The monochrome view is an early stepping stone on to other, more complex views as the brain grows and neurons inside it develop millions of new and wonderful links that in turn build the networks that should, normally, result in what we carelessly call a mature human being. It appears, from what I see, a lot of us are stuck at the first step of this admittedly long and difficult journey.
I enjoy monochrome photography and graphics as much as the next person but I really don’t enjoy the monochrome mindset. It’s way too dangerous to enjoy. Which means I’ve been kind of miserable lately because, in the immortal words of my fictional alter ego, the world is still more cynical than me. I’d add that it will likely continue to beat me at cynicism for the observable future. Basically, it’s hopeless. Pity about all the colours the monochrome people would never see, really.
After a hiatus of about two years I’m re-reading my Pratchett again. More specifically, I’ve started the Watch series, my absolute favourite. I’ve read them all at least half a dozen times but one more is never one too many. And because I’m reading them slowly this time, because I only have time to read in the evening, I’ve found a new sort of pleasure in that.
Before, I not so much read as devoured the books. Yes, even on third and fifth read, when I knew what happened and how it happened, and why it happened. I just had no other reading speed. Now, somehow, I have acquired it, or begun to acquire it. I can read slowly, rolling every brilliant word and simile over my brain as, I guess, wine tasters do with wine, appreciating them to the fullest I’m capable of. I have a suspicion that this sort of thing is called by a certain sort of people a journey of rediscovery but I’m not that sort of person, so I will not call it that. I’ve just found a new way to enjoy my favourite books.
Speaking of first loves, I’m also watching Twin Peaks. The original two seasons. I tried the third one but it was too much weirdness for me. And, as with the Watch, I’m finding new joy in this. For one thing, I’m nostalgic about the analogue era because I’m old enough to be nostalgic of the analogue era. For another, I’m discovering all the ways in which the series is a hilarious mockery of soap operas and yes, I know Lynch was doing that but I didn’t know it when I watched it the first time. It was way too scary to notice the jokes.
Have vacation. Have no plan.
It’s the best and the worst time of the year. It’s the best because I’m having my vacation next week. It’s the worst because it’s hot and there are water shortages again because what do people use to water their tomatoes? That’s right, drinking water at about $1 per cubic meter. Which is a lot.
Anyway, the most beautiful thing about my vacation is that I have no specific plans for it other than to stay away from all and any news until Sunday, July 12. I’m still not sure how I will be able to pull it off without staying away from social networks, too, but I will do my best. I really need the rest as do we all, by the way, but it’s up to you what you do with your time and nervous system.
I’m probably going to write more than I write now. I’m working on a new book but I’m embarrassed to talk about it because I was supposed to edit things, write synopses and query another book. Obviously, I’m not embarrassed enough, though, so there. I’ll be writing next week. And not doing much else besides that.
It’s always been interesting to me how people organise their vacations like they organise an invasion into a neighbouring country (which, come to think of it, is pretty much how people in my part of the world do vacationing). They seem to treat vacations like business opportunities that need meticulous planning and perfect execution, otherwise the world will end.
At the same time, people who just drive off to wherever the road takes them are equally fascinating. I’d never just get into the car and drive, and not just because my licence expired about 20 years ago. I want to know exactly where I’m going and when I’m getting there. Beyond that, I’m fine with some water nearby and a thick shade. People are so interesting, don’t you think? Okay, time to go write some more now.