As of late, I have been choosing to keep my music off when I write at night. I feel more clear-headed and it leaves space for the sounds of the neighborhood to come drifting into my room. I hear the splashing of water hitting cement and in the distance there is an old man loudly singing along to one of Bodyslam’s love ballads. Every night it’s a little different, some nights it sounds like the Hare Krishna’s are dancing inside my room; the chanting and beat of the drums makes me wonder exactly where it’s coming from. As to be expected with rainy season, the one constant is the pitter-patter of raindrops on my tin roof, which is like a nice omni-theater backdrop.
This morning I was up at 7:30am for a run. These runs are the only point in my day when my brain can fully relax and I find clarity. I get into the zone, the point at which your body takes over and the running becomes a natural movement requiring no thought, and it’s then that time slows down. Faces have more detail, the smoke from the charcoal grills feels hotter and the assorted and specific smells of the soi become intensified and defined. This is grounding time. This is get out of your head time. This is think about nothing and let it come to you time. And it’s 100% me time. Headphones in and I’m on the move, weirdly symbolic of my current life: always on the move.
Run fast for your mother run fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
((Florence and the Machine))
My friends email me and ask, when are you going to stay still?
Sorry loves, I don’t know how.
ABA
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