dancing in the ruins , part 2

Like a song
Out of tune and out of time
All I needed was a rhyme for you
C'est la vie
Do you give
Do you live from day to day
Is there is no song I can play for you
C'est la vie
-Emerson Lake and Palmer

There comes a time in everyone's life when we all ask ourselves, “Have I broken my brain?”

Maybe it's turning thirty, oops... forty. Maybe it's pounding drums all those years. Beer and martini's and all of that mind numbing television. Maybe it's reading too many apocalyptic books like Stephen King's The Wastelands or Pompeii by Robert Harris. Maybe it's just the time of man as Joni Mitchell once sang. The War in Iraq. The price of oil. That sour spot in your stomach that says the world is running down like in Ridley Scott's Blade Runner.

For whatever reason, Apocalyptic themes seem to be everywhere. Maybe i am just overly introspective as the semester ends and the weather is more like Ireland than Spain. Not that i mind it being cool. It's nice to not sweat when you sleep. I still have my winter blanket on the bed.

But Spain is cool and New York City is boiling. Something is awry.

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The patterned juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.
-King Crimson

But everything is still okay. The sun rises and the moon follows. Life is good. The new story is almost 30,000 words.

Or maybe it is just that I know my wanderlust is pulling me in some new direction. I'm pretty certain this is my last year in Madrid. Where next? The way the big wheel spins.

So what the hell am i trying to say? Be happy. Hug your children. Dance for no reason. Cook your favorite meal this weekend. Tie your lover to the coat rack on Friday night and tickle their ass with a feather just like they've always wanted. Because life is too short. Live people. Live.

I guess i'll see you dancing in the ruins
-Blue Oyster Cult