etherworld

Sometimes it seems to me that technology has no place in this world; when there is a time where technology and all its firm facts and cold metal seems to detract from the beauty that is around. Looking out a large glass window with white sparrows painted on at weathered brick buildings while wordless piano music lilts in the background...

People chatter occasionally, yet even they seem touched by the sultriness in the room - they only whisper. Silence prevails and the hum of the airconditioner is lulling, my table softly lit. I'm loathe to pull out headphones to listen to my own music. There is music all around..a complexity of undercurrents with nothing threatening to dominate. Rarely in life do we find such harmony...yet it is a paradoxical harmony because as peoples' talk fills in the wordless music, they fade into a mist behind my head, over my head, and at such times I hardly know what the focus of my mind is. When you don't want to shut your eyes but let them glaze...

when maybe if someone else were next to me, i wouldn't have been able to push past the drone in the walls, push it apart like they were heavy, heavy curtains. But i have and it's like landing in a place where there is nothing, but everything in background behind you. In front of you you know is a white wall of nothing, but oh, its such utter beauty because the white wall is like a meadow, then like the perfect swaft of colours, no angles, all flowing..everything is muted.

Peace. But peace not within..peace without. Peace without that doesn't allow you to think, doesn't allow you to feel. Nothing sad; happiness a distant memory; the times when you know eye contact can break your reverie...you couched in your solitude of stillness.