So – I can’t imagine my future being too different from my present. Not my immediate future, anywho. When I visualize where I’m going in the world, I imagine making a little bit more money, travelling a little bit further, having a little bit bigger audiences. But I imagine still making Journal entries, and still playing open mics, and still wondering which brand of strings I should buy.
It’s in that visualization of my future that I imagine the Journal stretching for years, getting bigger and bigger – and the realization of how things will change. Venues will close and people will die.
I’m watching as I move the images from the last year to a big folder called simply, 2004. The names of the pictures flash by, and there are memories attached to each one – HeatherAndPookie.jpg reminds me that Pookie was struck by a car and killed not too many months ago. I wonder if I have other images of creatures and people lost. That’s a side effect of having such a transient Lifestyle, I suppose. We’ll come back to familiar towns and tiny things will change. You know – tiny things like Lives.
Just finished watching Big Fish again. That movie fills my mind with fanciful beauty, and it hurts my heart.
Up to Schitt. Almost done.
Good.
