Well, only the fools are certain and assured.
As I am in a backyard in Los Angeles, Korea Town to be exact, and I enjoy a meal at the table with a smart black lady. It is a nice summer evening, well spent in the garden. I glance at the party-light bulbs hanging around us, those which are so commonly seen at barbecue parties in the movies. The atmosphere does not lack anything theatrical even cinematic.
We eat Asada fries from the orange food truck down at Western Ave and Pico. This is a woman who finds meaning in everything, even the constellation of stars. When I get the chance to correct a statement of hers, she screams, “OH SMARTASS! Sure, you are such a smartass.”
To give that thought more permanence, I proceed to heighten my perceived status by a short instance of its display. She leans back, takes her glass of wine, breaks eye contact and looks down to the table, “He that exalts himself…”
Well, this is the first time I am in America and it is the first time somebody makes casually a Bible phrase part of their reply. I can connect this attitude of practicality to the Puritans, the Europeans making the first steps into Americas’ territory who were not so concerned with underlying theology but the direct application of their doctrine.
Unknowingly, this woman made a separation of myself and this country unbearable, let alone impossible.
TVs introduced a really new thing to this world when they first appeared, that is the illusion of moving pictures.
Computers made this invention only more flexible by removing the “footage” component from the equation. This opened the doors for a wider concept of moving images, the simulation.
Ideas can be simulated, worlds can be built, and it all can be done cheaply, making this a (musical) “instrument for ideas.”
(There are better simulations out there, will have to come back and to replace this one)
In the back of my head is this recurring thought, that all this here is temporary. There will come a day when the bodies, those beautiful bundles of joy, around us will breathe no more.
As with anything, you will cope with it, you will even cope with going into a lifeless stage yourself but the thought remains. Everything is in a state of flow, and I do not know what is meaningful to do.