In honour of the obscure fact that the equinox sun will be square to a little-known planet called Narcissus this Sunday, I spent an entire evening being as narcissistic as possible. I examined ten years of journals, poetry and photos, the nice way my fingernails grow, the diversity of engaging and informative titles of the books on my shelves here, my excellent sense of colour and form, some of the mighty things I have accomplished in my lifetime which have led to the SEVEN excellent interrelated projects I currently have on the table. Oh, and my persistence at keeping them alive and breathing and developing over the years. The World is so lucky to have me.
Soundtrack: Carl Orff, Carmina Burana.
Then The Dutilleux String Quartet Playing Ainsi la Nuit.
I did did get bored a few times. Then I found things like this (thank you Michael McLuhan):
What does a dyslexic, agnostic, insomniac spend most of his time doing?
Staying up all night wondering if there really is a dog.
This somehow gave me strength to go on…..
which I did for as long as possible until I put myself to sleep.
The upshot is that oddly, this was good to do.
I think more of us should celebrate our greatness, with just ourselves. Just for the heck of it.
Now I’ll take the garbage to the dump.