Listening to Hush Now (Stellas Tarantella) on Spotify trying to ignore the noise from my neighbors who insist on turning their base so high that it feels like the entire house (and it’s a big house) has a heartbeat all of its own. The sound is soothing and if I concentrate hard I can leave out the thump from above or below or wherever it is coming from today. I can recommend Over The Rhine as medicine against growing anger.
I’m a little melancholy today. A little heartbroken. Can you be a little heartbroken? Because I’m not very heartbroken, in fact this is a minor thing but on top of my slight fever and the upchucks it came as a little blow.
I went to the library to get a book I had requested to loan from the distance. I was overwhelmed at how easy it was, with one click of the mouse I could finally get a hold of a book I had been trying to get for some time. With a click of the mouse it was supposed to be in my hands within a few days.
So since it hasn’t been as cold today as it has been in the past few weeks I decided to walk to the library. I took the shorter route (something I never do) bypassing the cemetery (I love walking in it), went straight to the shelf where they keep what you’ve ordered and when I finally found the books my little heart broke a little.
Still I swallowed my disappointment, borrowed the books (I won’t get into the minor problem we had with that process) and walked out where the old man selling Aluma, the magazine to support homeless people was sighing loudly at every single soul that walked passed him. They all seemed to be staring into the ground, looking slightly ashamed.
When I got home I looked into the books I did get. They are comics. There are two volumes and they are based on the book by Ligotti. The drawings are excellently (I’ve only read a couple of pages) drawn by Stuart Moore and colored by Lee Loughridge. And I’m sure on any other day I’d have been thrilled with the art that these books offer but today I’m not in such a generous mood.
Today I wanted the text of Ligotti and today I thought I was finally getting the stories, the written text. Because that is after all, more or less, what I’m all about.
It’s a gray day but there is always the sunshine of tomorrow (and hear this? My neighbors have gone silent!)