'SOME DAYS YOU CAN REALLY FEEL THE ABSENCE OF GOD HERE.' 'SOMEDAYS? YOU MEAN -EVERY- DAY, BRO.'

 

I haven’t been myself for so long, I dream the animals at the zoo are becoming
more human. A monkey begins his weekly sketch comedy show called
‘chimprovizing’ and I wake up. It’s still night. I turn on my radio. It’s old.
Sometimes the radar interference from living in the flight path near the airport
makes it sound exactly like a woodpecker. There is an enormity to it that tap tap
doesn’t fully tap leave, but suggests motion as it taps more or less. Whatever is
furthest from the heart, tap. A mood, a whim. Some nocturne by Field. We know
enough about ourselves. This is what is so impossible to overcome.