i know what it means
and when it is quiet
i’ll carry you home
i’ll carry you home
James Blunt, Death Cab, and Bright Eyes have been keeping me going, lately. Catch a theme here? Eesh.
Thank god for the desert though. For the hills dusted in snow, for the stars (oh my god, the stars.), and for the quiet.
And thank god for phone calls to Liz, pictures via email, and long emails from my best friend that make me laugh out loud.
It’s so beautiful here, but things have been hectic; I think it’ll quiet down but I’ve been exhausted. I’m reminded, though, that the desert is good for me (in small doses), that this town is my home (for better or for worse, and for whatever that word means), and that sitting on the porch, breathing frozen air, and looking at the stars is something that’s worth more than all the gold and all the time in the world.
It’s so quiet here. I forget that every time I’m away, so it shocks me when I get back here. I go outside and the air is so silent, I can hear it being cold, almost.
Oh, this town. What a crazy place.
December 30, 2007 at 2:34 am
Apropos of the importance of stars, I’d direct you to Canto 34 (the concluding lines) of Dante’s “Inferno.” Below is Longfellow’s translation:
“A place there is below, from Beelzebub
As far receding as the tomb extends,
Which not by sight is known, but by the sound
Of a small rivulet, that there descendeth
Through chasm within the stone, which it has gnawed
With course that winds about and slightly falls.
The Guide and I into that hidden road
Now entered, to return to the bright world;
And without care of having any rest
We mounted up, he first and I the second,
Till I beheld through a round aperture
Some of the beauteous things that Heaven doth bear;
Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.”