An (Half Baked) Ode to Finitude
Tonight, I am exceptionally grateful that the world's volume is only halfway turned up.
It seems extraordinarily good to me, as I drive North on Cleveland Avenue in Canton Ohio at 10:30 on a thursday night to be listening to an annoyingly staticky version of "Someone to Watch Over Me" ...
And to note how many of the yellow lightbulbs that form the border on that oldschool Arby's sign are out. You know the Giant 10 Gallon Brown Cowboy Hat that says in lightbulb script: Arbys. And doesn't match the recently refurbished simulation roastbeefeteria behind it...
And to marvel at how the carefully lit colonial steeple which actually rises out of a yellow brick Nondenominational church appears to hover with gentle divinity just atop Auto Zone for several blocks before you drive by it....
A half baked world, with so much static feels so homey tonight. And so hopeful...
It seems extraordinarily good to me, as I drive North on Cleveland Avenue in Canton Ohio at 10:30 on a thursday night to be listening to an annoyingly staticky version of "Someone to Watch Over Me" ...
And to note how many of the yellow lightbulbs that form the border on that oldschool Arby's sign are out. You know the Giant 10 Gallon Brown Cowboy Hat that says in lightbulb script: Arbys. And doesn't match the recently refurbished simulation roastbeefeteria behind it...
And to marvel at how the carefully lit colonial steeple which actually rises out of a yellow brick Nondenominational church appears to hover with gentle divinity just atop Auto Zone for several blocks before you drive by it....
A half baked world, with so much static feels so homey tonight. And so hopeful...
posted by Redbaerd at 11:25 PM
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