The Valley of Shane

 

“Fast. Fast on the draw.”

If you think I’ll go away if you ignore me long enough, I won’t. I’m working on another Hurry-Up post, a subset of another big chunk of my life. Still have some details to work out on that but I’m pleased with it so far.

This is a small discovery of the kind you make when you’ve done so much stuff you can’t remember it all offhand. This is a pair of audio files I recorded around the time of the 2020 election disaster and its aftermath. I felt I had come to an end myself. No more point in fighting the endless fight when so many people are so weak and dumb and just drifting.

It didn’t last that time. It won’t last this time either. I’ve been wearing my guns again, at a place called Threads, and discovering I’m still fast on the draw. It sharpens me to use the limited character lengths for speedy turns of their abuse against them without getting as lowdown as they, so very many of them, are. But it’s also depressing. They are so much the same in their vocabularies and half-assed beliefs it’s as if individuality has been stripped from their souls, leaving them different only as to net name and avatar choice.

Why finding these two clips recorded the same morning six years ago was like hearing an echo that never really diminuendoed to silence. Nothing I can do. Nothing that will save the day. Hang up the guns and try the simple distractions if there are any untainted ones left.

The Valley of Shane, guns in the trunk. Just in case. 

I know this mood will pass. But at the moment, ‘I don’t care’ feels restful, like a good night’s sleep for a change.

I’ll be back, like it or not.