Slices of Life: It’s Never Enough
Sitting on the porch, watching the silver coin sun crawl across the cloudy sky, falling asleep for a few minutes of weird, disturbing dreams time after time. Feeling tense, alienated, thoroughly frustrated, the trees hiss like the wind was driving in some epiphany that’ll probably blow past me. This scenery I have seen daily for months suddenly appears alien. The sun brightens for a moment and birds explode into a weird manic chorus of chirping, I keep replaying a song from YouTube, an earworm for the day. I should delete my Facebook account, that thing drains my thoughts, and concentrate on refilling myself with books and movies. Not quite there but closer than ever. I should be more social, go out more, hit the movies, go to the library, go to gigs, have more sex, and always, always write more, create more. “It’s never enough”, like Frank Cotton said. There are lyrics hammering the inside of my skull but there’s no use trying to write them down, since I don’t have the band they’re meant for. A huge damn flock of swallows, 30 or 40 of them is harassing a crow, driving it across the sky. I’d like to flip a table, but I guess I’ll just go inside, pop the nightly cocktail of pills that amongst other things kick the pain med withdrawal back a step, turn on the glowy rectangle, anchor myself on someone else’s stories, and hate myself a bit for it.
Slices of Life: Singing Factory & Shallow Water
I’m wading in knee high dark water pulling the boat after me when the factory sings out again across the strait. A flute-like mechanical sound, vaguely melodic, but not quite. Like someone had sampled a gale whistling in the structures of an abandoned factory, and played an atonal melody with it while throwing in a bit of vox humana. I stop to listen.
(Photo: Essi Keskinen / Metsähallitus)
Slices of Life: Seawater the Colour of Lapsang Souchong
The boat is full to the brim with gear. Tanks, boxes, backpacks, dive gear, four people. There’s barely room for one person to stand on the actual boat deck without standing on some piece of gear or other. I’m sitting on the back bench, struggling to bow down low enough to get my fin on my feet. The driver grabs the fin and starts helping them on, her red hair falling from under her inca wool cap. No need to do everything by yourself, this is work diving – ask for help.
(Photo: Metsähallitus / Janos Honkonen)
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