And then one day he decided to go in after it. He wasn’t sure what he’d find, but he knew it would be the answer. If he’d known the answer, he wouldn’t even have to go in there to get it… and drag it out into the cold light of day… get a good look… kick it around a bit and see what the thought of it. There fears, of course, were that maybe it was the end. Maybe that would just be it, no more, nothing.
On the other hand, what if it were just the befinning, the start of something wonderful. What if it was the CURE? No, not the band (talented though they might be, he doubted they were in there).
No, maybe not.
But what if it wasn’t interesting @ all? Just a lump… boring, uninteresting and unmoving? What then? After all that effort, what if there was nothing? NOTHING?!? The effort would have been for nought? And what then? Still looking? NO! And for what? Nothing, or at least something less than what he’d hoped for.
Not a lump, not the end, not the beginning… what else then? There’s only the beginning, middle and end. If you can’t have all, you must have one. There’s just no way to tell without going there, right? Go, and you’ll know…
Oh the curiosity!
It shapes us.
It dares us to BE us…
calls us in
“come break down my wall”
But what more?
No more, go and see
what may be
or not be at all.
It’s really odd the things that a person
moves from apartment to apartment to house.
Soap, for instance, has somehow made it
into my select list of “keepers”. One a bar, a
gift, from the parents of a friend from their trip
to greece of all places. It’s olive oil based.
There you go. Also, there is soap
from Palistine. I have not been
there, but came to own
soap from there
at some point.
But other things that continue to blow my mind.
I have managed to keep the box that my phone
came in 3 years ago… with the extended service
paperwork (expired a year ago).
A box of old CD cases. I’d like to throw them out,
but I just can’t for some reason. They’re somehow
part of the things that I move over and over again.
And what about the Nintendo… never played anymore
and yet… it can’t be ignored that Super Mario Bros. 3 is
infact the best side scrolling game ever invented. What if
I were to want to play it one day? What then smarty smart? huh?
Why do we keep these things? I’m sure you have them. Admit it,
right in the back of your closet, you have a box of utterly useless crap that
you keep not because you want it, but because you can’t bring yourself to throw it out.
In some small way, I view these items as memories. There is some small part of my brain
set aside for each of those items. Remembering where they came from and who was there.
As I write this, I get some simple advice from Willie Nelson…
What do you do with a memory
that just hangs around and stares at me.
I can tear that frame down off the wall
but it won’t erase the things I saw.
I think Willie is telling me to clean house.
Well after some time off, I’m back! It seems that I didn’t re-register shadreynolds.com in time and they cut me off. Suck. So have moved (hopefully temporarily) to shadreynolds.net.
Anyway, now that I’m back, I have some fun pix to show. I have been working hard getting finished with moving and painting. I just finished up with the front room (here and here) and the middle room just needs some touching up (here). I’m taking all of next week off to get the house in good enough shape that I can not be embarassed to have people over :)
In other news, I think I’m finally done with travelling for a bit. Lets see… St. Louis, Dallas, Waltham, Framingham, Cambridge, Bloomington, NYC… 12 Flights… 2 Hotels & a Hebrew YM/WCA… Fun Fun
