Least Fancies Distracted into Violence
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rejectomorphOh, how tedious a job is cleaning up a computer. I've got a bunch of .clp files I've never gotten around to deleting -- most of them LJ entries which I saved in case Sluggo crashed before I could post them. (This entry is about to join them.) I've groused before about how Windows Clipboard is both one of the most useful and one of the worst designed programs Microslough makes. It has probably saved me from having to re-write dozens of LJ entries and comments, but it is such a lot of bother to delete them, one at a time, as must be done. I've let them pile up too long. It isn't that I lack space on the hard drive. It's that there's a point at which the clutter becomes too much, even for me.
Anyway.
Night is sprinkled with stars, and I discern no clouds (inferred from starless stretches of sky rather than seen in these moonless hours.) Even though the clouds have gone, and there is no sound of thunder, however distant, I see occasional flashes which might be lightning far in the north. Still, they might be the headlights of cars rounding curves on upgrades, sending their dispersed beams skyward. I don't like to think of the roads up there, narrow, twisting, most of them unpaved. They are the sort of roads I would see in nightmares, twisting through a sinister and corrupted former wilderness. There are cabins up there where people as damaged as their landscape lurk. Who can know what happens in that isolation?
Damn, but I've been getting morose lately! It's anxiety does that, and exposure to incidents of human destructiveness, corruption, deceit, and irrationality.
Outside for a moment, to clear my head, I see a great flash in the north. It is lightning, indeed, but no sound of thunder reaches me. There are times when I hear thunder rolling very softly from that quarter, but see no lightning. The thunder at a distance reminds me of the purring of a cat, and nearby it is like a booming warning. The lightning, silent or not, always makes me think of purification. It seems appropriate to me that lightning would be the weapon of a wrathful god. It illuminates as it destroys. But the thought remains in a corner of my mind: What have the trees of the forest done to arouse the ire of a god? Better that the lightning come here, and wreak vengeance on the wicked of the town. But it remains distant. I can only hope that those cabins are in its way.
Anyway.
Night is sprinkled with stars, and I discern no clouds (inferred from starless stretches of sky rather than seen in these moonless hours.) Even though the clouds have gone, and there is no sound of thunder, however distant, I see occasional flashes which might be lightning far in the north. Still, they might be the headlights of cars rounding curves on upgrades, sending their dispersed beams skyward. I don't like to think of the roads up there, narrow, twisting, most of them unpaved. They are the sort of roads I would see in nightmares, twisting through a sinister and corrupted former wilderness. There are cabins up there where people as damaged as their landscape lurk. Who can know what happens in that isolation?
Damn, but I've been getting morose lately! It's anxiety does that, and exposure to incidents of human destructiveness, corruption, deceit, and irrationality.
Outside for a moment, to clear my head, I see a great flash in the north. It is lightning, indeed, but no sound of thunder reaches me. There are times when I hear thunder rolling very softly from that quarter, but see no lightning. The thunder at a distance reminds me of the purring of a cat, and nearby it is like a booming warning. The lightning, silent or not, always makes me think of purification. It seems appropriate to me that lightning would be the weapon of a wrathful god. It illuminates as it destroys. But the thought remains in a corner of my mind: What have the trees of the forest done to arouse the ire of a god? Better that the lightning come here, and wreak vengeance on the wicked of the town. But it remains distant. I can only hope that those cabins are in its way.
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Date: 2003-09-05 07:48 pm (UTC)I went through a phase many years ago when it seemed to me that any cluster of growth along the expressway was nature trying to break out and break things down. Such an odd thing to think--I remember how intensely I felt it, but I don't know why it would have seemed true to me.
We can only hope it's true, the way we work at paving things over.
Lightning, twisting roads, remote cabins occupied by...
I have a new thing to worry about.
Perhaps a film? Suggests at least a short story.