(This post …written in a spiral, 04/23/13 @ 3am)
Man: mysterious, brilliant, irrational, practical, calm, handsome (based on perception), and the list goes on and on. I look out the sliding glass door, into the darkness pierced by white snow; it looks like about 6″. Man, at it again: insomniating, ink rides paper, attempting (its futile) to contain the overwhelming excitement of the moment. (Pause) … (Heavier pause) … (An even heavier pause)
‘Cannot sleep, pondering a profound and piercing question that make writers pensive: “But, how much snow will we get and (as psychotherapists like to ask) how does that make me feel?”
Kitchen-bound. Refridgerator. Two different kinds of cheese dip, recently acquired and unopened. I break a rule: I open both of them. With rectangular crackers, I alternate dipping between the two. I know this is wrong, but I’ll deal with the consequences later. After all: I’m a wilder man.
I turn on the espresso machine, and experience visions of grandeur as I consider the amazing coffee that will be flow from this small inconspicuous machine. I will be able to do a cup of Mud, and then go back to sleep. This does not make sense. How can I drink coffee at 3am and then go back to bed? The phenomenon is profound to the point that I freeze every muscle in my body, staring toward a window. The pen is motionless. Time has been suspended. At some point I slowly emerge from the catatonic state. I am able to surrender such a complex issue, and the pen starts moving again. I know that coffee is imminent, unavoidably imminent; just as the snow-blowing is imminent, unavoidably imminent.
But the snow-blowing can wait until daylight.
Not so, for the coffee.
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- Snow in Yangquan China on 19 April 2013 (sunrisetoday.wordpress.com)
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