The March of Time

Originally had very different intentions for this post. Different title, too. It was “The Catacombs of Time”, and the essential thrust was a maudlin mixed bag of the usual suspects — nostalgia, history, the dark linings of silver clouds.

Instead, I’m taking a different tack. Life’s like that. You wake up one day and really, truly say: “OK…enough of this…I’m bored”. Bored with your own antics, your own self-delusions, your own lies (“oh no, not the lies too!”). That happened yesterday. The impact was, how should I say, deep. An extinction level event.

So, there are new horizons on the horizon, some modicum of rationality returning (“was it ever there to begin with?”), and a general plan of action. That’s all I’m prepared to say at this point. The refocusing (more like changing lenses in a telescope than simply adjusting a pair of binoculars — i.e. a whole new world view) involves, with apologies to Vila, an avoidance of “smoking sections” (of ALL sorts…). Will be interesting, however, to find new places to hang out…

And that’s pretty much the shift. Towards the new. Unexpected for someone so passionately preoccupied with the old. But in the game of life there are no hard and fast rules. Except maybe to go hard and fast…

Or not. The process will probably feel like waiting for polar ice caps to melt (which isn’t, after all, what it used to be). But that’s the thing about time…It marches…Step-by-step.

I’m keeping the other title, though — will make a great short story. In time.

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8 Responses to “The March of Time”

  1. Vila H. Says:

    Since proper smoking sections have long since hightailed it into the province of memory, I’ll assume that you’re referring to some other kind. (Either that or you’ve been holding out on me, in which case I’m way pissed.) In any event, I wish you well with your new leaf. So to speak.

  2. Miss Demure Restraint Says:

    It must be in the air. Spring maybe? I do, however, feel it too. Just seems the right thing to do. I’m not sure why. It just reached out and grabbed me the other day. Ahhh, but I will miss the “lies.”

    At risk of sounding oh so cliché . . . “out with the old and in with the new.”

    With a wink and a nod and a nicotine patch on my shoulder,

    Miss Demure Restraint

    Can’t wait to see what you come up with for “The Catacombs of Time.” I expect nothing less than magnificence. I love your style.

  3. uberfrau Says:

    Good luck.

  4. The Necromancer Says:

    Vila: No secret spots, just the front steps of TH. BTW — you going to YULblog, or are you still, um, “sequestered”? Be nice to have a beer and catch up.

    MDR: Thanks. Expecting nothing less than magnificence, however, is bound to be disappointing. I wish you the best success and perseverance with your new leaves, too — it is as good a time as any. Or maybe I should say “there’s no time like the present”.

    uberfrau: Thank you. That might have been the briefest, sincerest comment you’ve ever made around these parts. You going soft on me?

  5. enreal Says:

    Change is a powerful veil for true intentions. Sometimes our paths are diverted for reasons unknown. My point is…be happy and stay well.

  6. The Necromancer Says:

    Excellent advice — control of mind and body is attainable. The rest, as much as we think we have a handle on it, is up to the universe…

  7. Vila H. Says:

    With the weather as it is, I might not this month. Will you take a freezing rain cheque?

  8. The Necromancer Says:

    Sure. Be nice to do it soon — what with Western horizons beckoning and all…

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