Sorry to have gone quiet again. I’m now back at home in Wellfleet after spending a few days in New York City (where we’ve spent much less time since selling our house in Brooklyn in October of 2021). I’m glad to be back on my little dirt road in the woods — NYC this time around seemed, in its accelerating degeneracy, to be a human zoo, an absolute freak-show, and the whole place now completely reeks of weed.
I’m here on my own for a couple of weeks: the lovely Nina has gone off to Hong Kong to visit our daughter & husband and our three young grandsons (the youngest is just learning to walk).
It was a tranquil spring day in the Outer Cape, and I took in a chamber-music performance at Preservation Hall here in town (the performance featured members of our outstanding Cape Symphony, and the program included Shostakovich’s haunting Piano Trio #2). I walked home along the harbor shoreline in the late-afternoon sunshine, and everything seemed suspended in time.
That’s an illusion, though. Things feel very creaky and jittery to me right now. Great wheels are turning in the wider world, and I have the uneasy feeling that we have ratcheted our way up to the crumbling edge of a very steep slope, and that things might get very “interesting” very soon now.
For now, though, all is calm here, and I should have plenty of time for brooding and writing. Back soon.
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Slow motion train wrecks are…slow. This is a wreck in the making that has been in plain site for years. What’s the saying? Slowly then all at once. Predicting the direction is easy. Predicting the exact time is luck.
“Predicting the exact time is luck.”
Agreed. But I do feel that something is about to burst over the next few months.
Perhaps I’m wrong! That would be fine with me.
What is coming? I wonder about the years leading up to the “Great Shooting Event” of 1861-65. People sensed their world as they knew it had ended with war and its aftermath. It took decades to fully recover only to be met with a Great War, a fun decade and then life as people knew it was upended by economic collapse and then a bigger war.
Like David Duff used to say loosely quoting a Prime Minister, Events dear boy, Events.
Our lives are run by people who can’t bear the thought of leaving other people alone
80 people shot in Chicago this past week (11 per day). Plus six or seven mass shootings this weekend. Perhaps you are right, Something is about to burst or maybe it already has.
I’m sure Chicago’s new mayor will restore order and tranquility in no time.