Ghost Corner

A perfect wine from Elim, SA.  The bill for 7 comes to $490, and my portion ranks as at least 1/4 of the total, no?

MacDougall continues to delight in the references to MM, which it’s time to embrace. This is the year for decision-making and the time to decide.  So many telescoping points to it.  The Nix perspective, on balance and freedom and comfort and escape.  The Iowa experience, the magic and timelessness and yet outsider nature to it all, alone.  The hearing preparation, the reminiscing savour 7.5 years ago and the safaris and Morocco and Pakistan and Sengiggi and Dubai/Japan experiences.  Doha in 2022.  The Biden/Trump/Clinton selfies.  Cooper and Carville and Oscar in New York.  What is it leading to?  The feedback from May and the same old comments/rubric.  The insult in thinking you are making artistic choices blind.  The insult in PAC discounting contributions, that this year requires a literate response.

How does it end?  So many of this blog’s stories have ended back here, Halifax evenings, the mind alight with alcohol-fused possibilities, only to see them return here, ransacked rooms, clothes askew, future no clearer.  MM offers an outlet, but more, an adventure.  The last one true and fully complete. Human experience.  As unlikely as it is wondrous.  As breathtaking as it is destined.  The model in the (holy) book.  As we make it happen together, I look forward to the days.  Not spent looking forward or backward or in between.  Just, daily, being.  It’s the task to come, and shall be done.

Tequila or Scotch, as we play Vampire Weekend’s Stranger.  Not a bad world, if an incomprehensible one...