The light at the lend of the tunnel
I don’t think about politics much anymore. Things seem pretty stable. Nothing really irritates me anymore. After the American Idol for ugly people that was the Parliamentary campaign I don’t even mind seeing Mahinda around. He at least has style. I think Namal’s eyes are a bit widely spaced, but I can deal with seeing him too. I’m sure there’s mad deals and fun going on which I’m missing out on. Whatever connections I have are now like a phantom limb, a stump really, but life is still pretty good. I don’t have too much control over my own volition and this is where I am right now. I don’t really care.
I almost miss the tension. What’s the book, War Is A Force That Gives Us Meaning. I remember driving into Vavuniya as the war was ending, in an armored bus. I peered out the window, slid back and piled on top of mattresses and junk, shooting superfluous video of the road. Like I’d discovered the place. It’s amazing how poignant and important a bunch of trees and dirt can look through gun slits. I drove up there a month later and realized it’s just a road. I have a bunch of video of a fucking road, like I was Magellan.
I remember getting into Menik Farm, the paperwork, the troops, the tension. Now that, too, is just a road. We drove through there on the way back from Mannar, first in silence, then playing music like normal. There was no security at all. They flagged us over but that was just to ask for a ride.
Media is a bit of a vulture business, it sorta feels good when you’re near the flesh. As horrible as the tsunami and war were, those were periods of great meaning, and attention. Election also, I suppose that counts as a natural disaster. Now that meaning (and traffic) is gone and it feels rather lonely. I suppose that’s callous, but that’s kinda the way news is. I travel to get that high again, but it’s not exactly the same. It’s nice, I mean, I like it. It just takes some getting used to. Not having the constant spikes of death and chaos. My mind is still twitchy, nervous, wandering. Perhaps I’ll visit Thailand.