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Episode 170

I should set this in the present tense : One theorem : I meet or am going to meet another man. This is a man who is trustworthy. We pass each other, walking in our separate directions, acknowledge each other with a nod and a slight smile. We could be the same man. He is wearing a suit, and in that he is different from me (in that I’ve worn a suit, for real, once in my life – and that seems a mistake now, to have worn that suit ever). The situation is a living room that is crowded with detail. It is no fancy living room – middle class, average in a way of the middle class in that it has nice things, but nothing that stands out. Nothing ostentatious. But is it crowded with detail, a sofa, a coffee table, there is green vegetation, there are people coming and going – quite a lot of them in fact. But these are all background people. They’re vague, see-through, no one stays. It is bright near the high window, where the sunlight comes in through, and I can see what must be the branches of deciduous trees outside. But beyond the sunlight beam, there is dark. It’s like a tunnel or a warehouse of dark. People come out of the dark and they go back into it.

The man in the suit and I pass each other some distance from the scene of the living room, back towards the dark, half-enshrouded by it. He is leaving the scene of the living room, while I am coming toward it.

[For word generator, guitar, field recording, blandishments]

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Numinosum Radio episode 169

The moment at which all lights pass through all other lights.

[for hm-hm-hmmmm]

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Episode 168

I’d been let off a bus at a stop near a small town late at night. It was dark, and there were really no sources of light to be found on this two-lane road that led towards the town itself. My goal was in town, a place to which I had some old connection, and where now I had some kind of personal business that needed to be dealt with. The bus had let me off well outside the town proper, and I had maybe a few miles to walk through the dark, and now also the elements, as it had started to rain. I didn’t much mind that it was raining, or that I was underdressed for this weather. I would run the distance of the long, straight road, and by running, though this may not itself keep me dry, it would offer some other form of protection. Maybe. It was yet to be tested, and I wasn’t sure my premise was correct, but it seemed that should work. I was also quite sure that I would encounter people, or maybe just one person, along this road in the form of oncoming traffic. Someone would for certain see me as they drove past – I just knew this to be the case, and there was nothing for it but to be seen by them. I could already envision in my imagination the twin, round headlights of the approaching car, and of it driving past in the opposite direction.

[for just intonation]

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Episode 167

Near the bathrooms I found a large cockroach hanging out. Just sitting there in the path. Sitting? Standing? Just there in the path. “Hey, buddy,” I said, “what’re you doing?” No response. I considered nudging it with my shoe to see if it was alive, but figured that would just be rude, so didn’t.

[for electric guitar, electric guitar, electric guitar]

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Episode 166

This was not simply frustrating – it was exhausting. It was utterly dispiriting. It seemed that any direction I tried to move in was blocked, inexplicably. What’s more, there seemed to be a definite reason why it was blocked, but I was going to be the last to know what that reason was.

[for electric guitar, synth, and fishwalk]

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