Sitting on top of a demi-chest of drawers is an array of strangely neighboring objects: camera, roll of blue masking tape, 3x5 card with a scribbled picture of a red-winged blackbird, bronze necklace, hammer, paper cup of coffee, and a mobile phone.
These things were by no means placed with any ultimate intention. They simply ended up where they happen to be. And while the raw list makes them sound quite messy, they all sit with one another in utter peace and lovely composition. A still life of the ordinary. Sans fruit.
In a way I feel that my life as a whole tends to follow this example: there are many beautifully normal pieces somewhat thrown together with little to no premeditation and yet once assembled they all seem to belong with and to one another. And ultimately they create something so lovely.
The misplaced bedside table of my present life features a lone painted wall, collection of hand-sewn throw pillows, set of clean fingernails, bearable (though not always enjoyable) occupation, willful friends, and a moderate restlessness.
Perhaps this odd assortment of facets will combine in some new way soon. Perhaps they will end up staying just as they are and act as a solid foundation. Whatever the outcome I hope to see the good in its inherent chaos. I believe I miss seeing the good.
And I hate rain.
Etiquette for an Apocalypse
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