New Year
Feels like a good year, so far. My friend had a baby today, his first. I dropped off my camera in the morning and saw a picture when the thing popped in the evening. Have yet to meet this character in person, what with the rules of the hospital. I feel like the world is broken, but we have time to fix it before this generation remembers anything. A bit of a magic trick. Perhaps we’ll learn how to control the weather. I was playing with another batch after work and it gives me hope that everything will be OK. If only because the obliviousness of youth is a kinda hard reset on society. There’s a saying that new ideas only emerge because the people with old ideas simply die. And, in that sense, the new is inexorable.
I was watching the moon, trying to figure out how many days till Poya (full moon holiday). I was swimming in the peachy water off Unawatuna, where the sun glints off the waves like sound off a tuning fork. Like Beyonce’s halter top. I was standing with my bare feet in the hard furrows of bulldozer tracks, loving the sun and feeling hot. I was at Sunday Jazz, checking out the girls and talking to one.
New Year I guess. A baby’s born, a man dies. Almost every night I look up, and I can see Orion in the sky.

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