nostalgia is a paradox
where everything always happens
it is an impossible place
untouchable reaches
of intimate realities
celestial reasons
for unreachable reveries
filled with invisible grace
when the only thing that matters
was that it once happened
I wrote the above after I asked a friend what if everyone, with strong short-lived opinions about the current things, ran off to other networks, to create their own reverberating echoverses, leaving you, the readers, and me, a writer, in peace.
What if we could all go back to an imagined past where it all worked out?
My friend said that is why God invented nostalgia, so I wrote the first line at the top of this piece, the rest followed (to the tune of Talking Heads in my head).
I have a backlog of 2 dozen essays for you but I have 2 books to edit and format.
Draftwise, through 10 “30-day" sprints”, they now live on Reedsy and Scrivener.
300 days to write about the past, imagine the future, 2 books, 600 pages, give or take.
The books’ public drafts live on web 2.0 + 3.0 in Notion and Mirror (for Book#1) and Elon-bird-verse and Tellie and Typeshare (for Book #2). (Book #1 has lots of music.)
I started it all to get back on a track I think I lost a long time ago, when I was young and the world was new and everything happened for the first time for everyone.
The first 15 of 30 chapters of this final ‘sprint’ for “Book #2” were emailed to subs.
I still write a chapter a day but a links page for all of “HRVST” is less stress for us all.
HRVST, Ch.16: The Answers To Changes of Fortune Do Not Exist, They Are Created
HRVST, Ch. 17: Hope Does Not Equal Hubris
HRVST, Ch.18: First Has Meaning If There's Next
As usual, each chapter has a past (history/myth)+ music + future (story). 12 more days.
Notes:
Art Lexica Prompt
a very high resolution image from a new movie. a beautiful night sky with galaxies and stars over the italian city of avellino. an astronaut is in sky. 2 4 mm, photorealistic, photography, directed by the wes anderson