Until next time
Posted on | November 19, 2011 | No Comments
What’s it been, days? Weeks? Surely not months, right?
It was still summer then, wasn’t it? I suppose it was longer ago than I’d thought. Yes, the wind that came billowing in from the lake was still warm. Warmer than now, at least. My arms were uncovered, my skin absorbing the sun and the smells of grass and sand and water.
There were hints of autumn—too faint to hear, too dim to see. But they were there.
I couldn’t have been the only one who knew there wouldn’t be many more days like this; there were others around me whom I couldn’t help but to think had been called there by the same voice that called me. But far fewer than there had once been. We were sparse, and no one was close enough to recognize my face (if they had known me) or speak to me without shouting (if they had wanted to say anything to me).
And though there were others (a few here, a few there), the wind rushed in around us, filling our ears, wrapping us completely, isolating us all from each other. Yawns, sneezes, and sighs were swept up and blown away before anyone could hear them. Dust from beyond the horizon pelted our faces, made us squint, encouraged us to keep our eyes on our feet.
There were others there, maybe, but they might as well have been miles away.
The Darkroom
Posted on | September 18, 2011 | No Comments
On Wednesday, September 21, The Local Void will be performing at Darkroom (2210 W. Chicago Ave.) at 9:00.
I just needed something good
Posted on | June 11, 2011 | No Comments
But that was great.
Tonight
Posted on | May 20, 2011 | No Comments
Short & Shortly
In Kind
McLean
Redwood
Woolen
Between the Wars
Acrossing
Dates
Days Away
In Your Absence
Sideways, Anyways
At the Seams
From the Den
Suddenly, a show appears
Posted on | March 21, 2011 | No Comments
Leland Tap (4662 N Western Ave, Chicago) on Friday, May 20th.
Details to follow.
These thoughts aren’t your own
Posted on | February 23, 2011 | No Comments
In whom do you confide that you can’t confide in anyone anymore?
And the moral is:
Posted on | January 17, 2011 | No Comments
There isn’t always a moral to be found.
We stand to lose so much when we devote ourselves too entirely to seeking answers that don’t exist. But maybe I should speak for myself; maybe you haven’t made a habit of looking for reasons where there are none. Sometimes a tale winds its way from beginning to middle to end without teaching us a single thing. And that needn’t be unsettling, right?
If not this
Posted on | November 30, 2010 | No Comments
Don’t feel bad for getting what you wanted.
Or rather, don’t feel bad that it hasn’t made you happy. There can be some comfort in being wrong.
I’ve done it again
Posted on | November 30, 2010 | 1 Comment
While wandering about, I managed to stumble into one of those places that seem nearly impossible to exit. You know the kind. They look so harmless from the outside, so much so that you never think twice about entering. Once you do, you immediately realize this is clearly not the place you’d been looking for, and so you turn around to leave, and…
Where did that door run off to?
Next thing you know, the only definitive statement you can make about time is that too much of it has passed since you arrived here.
Running out of questions
Posted on | October 25, 2010 | No Comments
Now that would be the scariest.