Nostalgia of a different life
Haven’t blogged for quite some
time. Lost my train of thought, and was
off-track. Told myself I would finish a
content manuscript I started in 1993.
And so he writes but does not blog.
Now that is my definitive statement of what happened. And why is he telling us this. Seems as if he needs to let it out. Hot air in the balloon, now rising and soon
will reach its limits and pop or deflate or just go missing. Not really the life as I envision it. Live for the day you go missing. But happens and there is a history of such
things. Don’t want that image in my
mind, so replace it with something else.
Let’s call it blogging. And today
the theme and title spell it out for me.
Nostalgia for a different life.
And reverts to what he knows best.
Heart of Stone.
Probability of mass transit has reached out
and found me in tangible space and physicality.
Now I don’t have to walk, nor take the car. Signs of change are all around me and impress
me by registering on my mind as a remembrance.
Viet Nam War and Wall,
remembrance in Washington D.C. where many return yearly to reflect or
feel that which is missing. Bury the
Dead. Move on. That is what I did. But many have the affliction, and will call
it nostalgia for a different life. Suspect
it is individual what that means, but if I sit and listen and be very still,
people will tell me how it is and why this means something to them. Make America
Great Again. Means something to
them. Now we have finished with that
subject. Go start another war or
campaign or something. Seems some have a
nostalgia for a different life, and frankly I am not interested. But that’s another blog for another day. Here I sit.
Be silent.
I didn’t die during the Viet Nam
War. That era has passed and the events
remain with many, but not with me. Treat
it as a vague shadow upon my lung. Can’t
breath easy, but am still alive. Pass it
on as a nostalgia or feeling for a time I didn’t know. Viet Nam
Death. Instead, many years later and he is a content
provider. Has no true interest to
resonate to the music of my youth, but did bring the subject up. Going back in an acceptable way to tell you
about things that happened, before you were born. Past.
Vague. History. Revisionist.
Wrap it up by saying, “Nostalgia
for a time you didn’t live through. And
if you did, well. “If I did what?” And is the start of a different
conversation. Is not a true recreation
of the past, but rather, a combination of many aspects of then and now, integrated
together. Would make a good move, if
Netflix would buy into that. But for
now, leave it as it is. Me with all the
negative emotions filtered out, just blogging.
Down that road he goes. Because it makes him happy. Or perhaps, a different life and a different
reason. Go back. Represent it in a way that is
understandable. Picks up the Bible or Talmud
or Koran. Read it and it sticks with
him. The power of words. “In the beginning…..” Genesis.
Over the years he has accumulated
many boxes. A different life in
each. Separation and what is done, goes into a box. Quality of Life comes with the ability to
recall and perhaps assemble a nostalgia of a different life that is coherent, because
it was bits and pieces of an experience that comes with his mind and body. Heart of Stone. Now a summary. Perfect moments shared with a total
stranger. Appears as screen memory. Is there and now goes the way of
digital. Has a memory code all its own. Quite specific but beyond anything he can
deal with. So its science and he is not
all that interested at this point in life.
Just knows. If you read between
the lines and believe in the power of words, then you might relate. He blogs because it is all part of the
incredible powers that comes with change and technological society and
improvement. Present life. Past Experience. Heart of Stone. Expressed.
Not here to tell you how I
feel. Will remain impersonal. Stuff things in a box and put a date on
it. Pay close attention or not. In the end it will be replaced by something
in the present moment, more important to you.
Different Stimuli brought forth by thought, or by words in a blog. Not sure why he did it. Not sure what he did. But have a sense that he might be like
me, we do things and then move on. Hardly recalling the things we do or did,
even five years ago. Caught in a flow of
present moment activity. Caught up with
feelings and mood embrace and a shudder that denies a fundamental truth. What occurs when mind and body are gone,
perhaps can be found in a Heart of Stone.
Part of the process. Stone Age. Cave and shelter from the storm. Triggers more information that you need. How human experience can be found in a ribbon
of mineral deposits that has dna that points directly at me. Overwhelming.
Ask but don’t expect a proper answer.
Did this really happen. How did I
get here. Out in front and
conscious. Traces of past and future
found in collected rock and spaces.
Look around. Tell me what you see. Tell me what you have forgotten. “Total Recall.” She says,
“I have it.” He says, “ Was
a movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger in
it.” Natural History Museum. Los Angles county. Has a star in concrete. Major accomplishment for a life well
lived. We all go through difficult
moments, but just remember. If you
try, “We can make America Great Again.” And stoney blogger laughs. Been there.
Done that. Viet Nam and War. Doesn’t think it was that great nor worth all
the young people lives that were lost during that effort. Sweeps in under the rug. Puts it in a box and forgets about it, the best he can. Overcomes PSTD, agent orange and other
remains of that day. “How you feeling?” She asks.
His reply. “Not Great.”
Where are you now? And takes a few minutes to fact check and
tell the truth. “Not in America.” Universal answer. Continental drift. Over time we become something we did not see
or feel or know much about at the time of our human-body-based experience. Ribbon of Stone and no reason to give all the
details. If this relates to you and part
of your story, then it becomes
important. Until that time, just let it
go. Great improvements over time, and we
credit this to science and progress.
Takes us to a different life, and
we are proud we can do this for our children.
Say it as if you mean it.
Actor. Terminator. Judgement Day. Sooner or later it all catches up to you. Truth or Dare. And he isn’t sure. Where he is, today. So he blogs.
Changes the subject. Because he
can. Presents a screen version of his
life. Doing so, makes him happy.
Take a sample. Do the process. Plead for sanity and a common solution. Hope for restoration of stone joints. Regrade and waterproof the final
product. DNA and certified best as is
possible. Essential you disappear and
come back later. Maybe or maybe not,
somebody recognizes you. Talks about all
the good things that happened when you were in life, and more importantly in
their life. “Total Recall.” And she said.
“I have it.” Let me tell you
about Stoney Blogger. Or wait, maybe it
was his twin. Always mixed them up. One was with me, simple and plain. The other, was always bigger than life. I saw
him in print. Part of a
never-ending-story I liked to read. Of
course, she has total recall, or so she
says. Best to omit personal things she
wants to tell you. Take a sample. Do the process. Save the best part, and blame the rest on
what happens, when the world you are born into is constantly at war. Make America Great Again. He had heard it all before. Rome. And
you had to be there to see it for yourself.
And believe. “How Great We Are.”
When presented as nostalgia of a different
life.
And with that he goes back to the
restoration of stone joints. Is a long
process. Stone joint Tricks. Converting everyday life to DNA
nostalgia. Goes back a long ways. She says.
“I like it. We go back a long
ways. Me and Stone.”
And am left with a simple
thought. Process what is left when I am
done with this body. Where and when and
how, might that be. DNA.
Belongs to me and others like me.
Nostalgia of a different life, I find almost impossible to relate
with. Chain of events and it has the
opposite effect on me: In denial. Not me.
But with my DNA. Guess I will wait for science to catch up and
give me a revisionist version of my earth-time experience. Will put it in the box I label: Heart of
Stone.
