Lunatic Fringe

The world lights up. The monster’s machine apparitioned, materialized, and became very real just above the trees in the near-morning, nearby sky. The dog was gone now, and too soon was everything else going to be. There was no panic, simply dread, a simple dread that would never be recorded, as there are no annals in oblivion. And Melpomene is here, beautiful as ever. Years now since I’d seen her in the day time, her countenance equal parts diffident and indifferent. She names a place we can go, a one I’ve never heard of. It can’t be our secret, as I’ve never breathed it. I ponder getting there--contemplate what just may have been her revelation of an afterlife. Could it be a place she knows, a place she’s been? How could it be that she’s been there? I abhor unanswered questions, how loathsome then, and unfitting an end, this is to be. Struck to the quick by the sheer audacity of this moment to have chosen now to come into being, I double back for a second, last, long, look at Melpomen

In hardship lies opportunity. Perhaps the purpose of the challenges we face in life is to see how far you can go before you break. Once the dust has settled and you have risen, look around. You'll realize you've been blessed with experience, perspective, and over the course of the journey to where you are from where you once were, a lot more room to do all the things you wanted to do when you were timid.

Checked out KOL Sunday night with some good company. The weather threatened for most of the day, though in the end it was much to-do about nothing, as it turned out to be quite a nice night to be outdoors. Caught a few songs from the opening act, The Whigs, a southern rock outfit from Athens, Georgia. I enjoyed their sound, but nothing jumped out at me to wow me. The set change was quick and punctual, and then the Kings came out. Lead singer Caleb Followill clearly did not appear to be entirely pleased with his vocals throughout the concert, and eventually said as much at a point or two throughout the set. I was impressed with the sound the guys put out, the rhythm section has a good rapport (surprise, surprise), and lead guitarist Matthew has some interesting takes on sonic production while playing, which I appreciated. I felt like there was decidedly an energy lacking, which was covered up (attempted) by the blinding light show they had going on behind them. All in all, the Kings hav

Perhaps life is the dichotic exercise of actively seeking the points of being where the body breaks, but the spirit endures. This must be undertaken vigorously, honestly, and never just once: for the only thing on this earth we are meant to do but once is to live.

I could stop right here, and remain broken. There’s a familiar feeling, this pain, just like so many broken times before. But this is not the end, just as those other broken times were not the end. To endure is an impish smile in the face of an indifferent maker. Persevere now, let the barbs and arrows of an injurious world create a tapestry upon your back. Laugh as the hooks sink deep, gloat as they tear your flesh, and as the blows subside, remain. Deal in survival in the low places where all else peddle pain. I will weep, and I will wail, and then I will howl, and then I will continue. This is not what breaks me, this is simply sustenance. From the pain I grow, from this moment on I now go. (I haven't written in months, boy does it show)