It is windy outside. I am sitting in the Classics Library – whoo libraries and spending time in them – while the wind howls above. Though the library is located on floor 2M, I’m really on the fifth floor, as we would reckon it back home. The walls are light blue with white trim; I feel like I’m in a lighthouse.
Let us go to the lighthouse, "to the the lighthouse," they say – but I am already there. Like any true library-in-the-sky, the ceiling is mostly one bright big skylight, and I can see the changing and the shifting of the clouds like through a viewfinder on a vintage camera. The color of the paint on the walls almost matches the color of the sky; I think it might be a little too dark. I am in a light-house camera, like the camera obscura on the Royal Mile, only my eye opens up.
And now to descend, descend, from my tower on high, back to lecture and routine and mundane life.
I should be reading and researching, not writing about non-sensical things that don’t matter to anyone but me.
I had a post but the internet apparently ate it. In any event, what I meant to say was that obviously the rest of us care about these very sensical things -- that's part of why we read your blog! Also, it's nice to see you as a poetess/author rather than simply a chronicler/autobiographer!
ReplyDeleteAnd while you're in Scotland you should check out the Glaswegian band Camera Obscura. Their album "Let's Get Out of This Country" is one of my all-time favorite records.
Even if I cannot fully understand some of your writings, I enjoy them. It's certainly a nice break from all the technical reading I'm required to do, at the least.
ReplyDeleteAnd just for the record, anything that matters to you matters to us. That's what friends are for :)
Aww, thanks The Bonster and Pangolin! Part of these writings have no purpose or reason whatsoever, and I throw things in willie-nille. I'm learning I shouldn't do that so often, as I will address in an upcoming post.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading :3